All our yesterdays.

All our yesterdays.

There is a distance

Between today

And yesterday

Which is unbridgeable,

For all it seems so close,

Less than a glimpse away.

The memory so fresh and clear

You can almost

Touch it,

Taste its fragrance

On your clothes

And in your hair.

When viewed through

The prism of history

No matter how much

Is known,

There will be no return.

Its influence

Will not be undone

By thought alone.

Only in the doing will

A day be shaped

And come tomorrow

All will be viewed

From a different angle,

Challenged by a critical eye,

Given the benefit of

A perspective beyond

The reach of now.

And should you decide

The steps you take today

Have turned you

Further from the path

You would have chosen

Yesterday

That outcome

Can only be changed

In this moment to come,

The only one,

Which is both here

And gone.