(A Sonnet)
That’s the funny thing about
yesterday. I’m sure there are
other funny things. But I live
in the moment, in the now, right?
I know well how to do this. It has
mostly been good to me. But on
days and months and years like
this, it often seems appropriate to
pause and reflect upon the status
of my ways; whether or not I’m
going in the right direction (oh,
but slowly), how things look from
here, based on how they might’ve
looked from there. But there? The
past changes quicker than one can
even begin to grasp it in its currently
(the past, I mean) imagined incarnation.
