Prose - Walk With The Knowing
The past is over
But an image beckons
With wistful longing
For a time
That I cannot touch
But I can feel
It radiates
As the faded parchment
Preserves my life
How can I go back
When tomorrow never relents?
Why must I wish
For a time
When I was young?
Why must I dream
And watch
One moment
In my life
Captured
When I wonder
If I was happy?
Was I?
Today
The comfort of the past
Is upon me
I must have been happy
But I knew nothing of tomorrow
Then
Just as I know nothing of tomorrow
Today
And today
I am in fear
Of tomorrow
Just like yesterday
Just like then
The glory of yesterday
Was never there
It is a memory
Of longing
For comfort
For the knowing
Of how it ends
And the days from then
Until now
Are known to me
In that
I take comfort
But I want to know
About tomorrow
I want todays
Knowing
Of how yesterday
Ends
And its comfort
Instead of todays
Uncertainty
About how tomorrow
Will end
I want my mind
And my body
To evolve
To be ready
For tomorrow
As I think
And run
I bring knowledge
And health
To my door
Because of this
The decision
Has been made
Tomorrow
Will not be a concern
Not because of the knowing
But because I’m ready
I will never look back
And wish it was today
Because yesterday
Was about today
And arriving
As a human being
Who is strong
And that day is today
And the knowing
Will become the building
Of my minds awareness
Of what life is about
And how yesterday
Was spent
On childish things
And how tomorrow
May be about dying
So today I live
And shed longing
And fear
Today
Is my glory
And I bring a smile
With my knowing
Because you cannot know
What I know
About myself
And where I stand
And not of where I’m going
But of how I am going
With a dried parchment
In my back pocket
And an eye
On the road ahead
Living for today
With the knowing
That today
Is what matters
Because yesterday is over
And tomorrow may never come
COPYRIGHT 2011. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. MARK LECUONA AKA THE SUBURBAN POET
