If only we might respond to yesterday,
rather even instead of now,
instead of what we imagine is how,
it should be,
what we really think is necessary,
the surprise nature of self-discovery,
its own resilience,
might cause a catastrophe,
or like a Hollywood ending,
open doors to cast love upon the eyes,
from every horizon we might imagine,
the setting sun, rising light,
evening and Her spectacular sight.
We walked and talked for hours and again,
on that day we said was yesterday.
© Scott F Savage 8/2020