Last night

the skies opened with a fury

lightning strikes and thunder claps

quiet reminders, horrific tales

we all settle in to be comfortable

to learn to take for granted nature’s wrath.

Last night

she told me to earn today

forget about tomorrow

it hasn’t happened just yet she said

while we went about our day.

What happens when it really does occur?

Last night

my mind still reeled

its continuum of relentless anxiety

always measuring, surely asking

without ever really telling anyone

the truth about what this really means.

Last night

I recognized true accomplishment.

I savored the accolade,

I walked the walk

strolled, whispered, talked the talk

that so long seemed out of my reach.

At daybreak

I felt the same way

I had last night

so many evenings, years before

I haven’t found a solution

despite having recorded true success.

I suppose that yesterday’s tomorrow

always begins with the future in mind

silly mind

so surreal

Last night

tomorrow

Yesterday

Each moment

I am still the same today.