Yesterday's Future
© 01-18-25, Olan L. Smith
Every day we awake to yesterday's future,
Every dream filled with untouched worlds
Both near and far away, creatures strange,
Fearsome and kind, dark and brilliant.
All mysterious and faint to conscious minds, but we
want to continue the visions, close our eyes, return to
Those other worlds, real yet stagnant, unable to touch,
The yesterday we live is as frightful as our dreams.
Fill your cup with nowness; reality's future is undreamt
By the fools of today's yesterday. Live to drink the cup
Of tomorrow in today's present, yet unlived. Watch the
Pebbles roll down the slope until they stop in tomorrow.
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PoetryA new collection of poems written by Olan L. Smith starting 2023; all right's reserved.
