Tomorrow
I
wonder where Today went?
It
was here, just a moment ago,
Just
as the sun lifted above those far off trees.
Sometimes
I know when it’s near,
When
I hear a far off church bell,
Or
hear a long, lonely train whistle,
As
it slowly pulls into my town.
When
Today returns, I know just what I’ll say:
Wait, Wait, Wait, Today,
Let me get my pencil and draw you, or
Now hold that pose as I take
your snapshot.
Maybe
I can finally hold Today within these images.
The
kid next door fell off his bike.
As I
rushed to his aid, he started to cry.
Just
then I saw Today,
As
tears streamed down the child’s face, and
As
his mother hugged him tight.
Once
I sat, carefully staring out my window,
Knowing
that Today would certainly come.
When
I awoke, several hours later,
I
could see that he did come, and went, for
Long
shafts of low sunlight now filled the room.
I’ve
decided on the best strategy to catch him.
When
my last grain of salt teeters, ready to fall,
I’ll
imagine myself very, very small,
Small
enough to sit atop and ride that grain,
As
it tumbles into the great beyond.
I’ll
take a deep breath, and beam a wide smile,
As I
ride, saying:
“There it is!”
“There it is!”
“There - ”
