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.
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?
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.
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.
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
I am still the same today.