L'aura del Campo

Yesterday seems so close so far away [64]

In progress to fashion into a poem.

When I left yesterday for tomorrow I stopped here along the way. And this is how the dawn/beginning, the noon/zenith, the sunset/fading (that) now defines-me/fashioned-my-clay. Red sketch stretching across the sky/ending-of-the-day the sky-river's ripple headed elsewhere, a nowhere I've never visited but one that beckons me to fly/soar today. As the untraveled/untrammeled path devoid of footsteps begs to guide me. I put one thought before the other and pray. This moment is mine and mine alone, along the lonely bay they say holds my heart gently as time/breath and seconds sway/fade-away. I will enter tomorrow with gladness knowing that it too will become a precious/golden/gold-pressed memory of yesterday. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.64] (19.august.2022)