Yesterday

It’s going to get worse
Before it gets better
She said and then I
Wrote her a letter
Lots of blue ink and
A Roman candle
Dripping wax on paper
Sealed with a brass cast
Of all the feelings I’ve been
Sitting with for years
Every sentiment I kept
Wound carefully in burlap
Hidden beneath the last board
Of the wrap around porch
I spent every summer on
For the past seven years
Years of trying to say
The words that cannot seem
To find their way
Still to the surface of my
Pale pink wet lips
It’s the best that I can do
To send the letter off to you
Now that it’s better
After the worst of it
Drifted off like dust
Into the backyard of our memories
Into the broken earths crust
I always thought
The lava would bubble up
Molten feelings of the
Forgotten sense of friendship
Turned to romance turned to
What happened to the
Only time I saw myself
Running away
Somehow still standing
In the same place
A gold earring and
A broken piece of clay
The center of what matters
No longer being held hostage
Was I just a boy
Or now am I a man
Free to say what I finally
Always wanted to say
In a letter now that it’s better
Than yesterday

© GÄ

Tomorrow

Wherever did the wind blow
To sweep you cooly in
Wherever will the wind be
To escort you calmly out
The stress of the unknown
Yesterday
Exhibits pain from those
Not listening now
There is a voice inside
My head that tells me
Everything will be okay
Does the head say one thing
And the heart the other?
Is there only one voice or many
A lot of decisions
One true path
Just take a bath
Meditate and wait
Answer the question tomorrow
Don’t respond right away
Impulse says to
Take a deep breath
Tomorrow will arrive
At its usual hour

© GÄ