Between Yesterday and Tomorrow

A poem

When conjuring a calm Between the war of Yesterday and tomorrow, Nothing is forgotten Until it is. Anything Can happen in the quiet Of an afternoon. Playing Games with bygones Leaves little future In digression, and the Present slips away Before it is even here. Only the past remains To haunt us, but once The door is closed The world is mere Make-believe, when All your truths were Yesterday, with nothing Left to do but wait until Tomorrow. In this war Such things happen.

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2021 MDSHall is a poet and a creative, who is the creator and curator of The Bazaar of the Bizarre and a submissions editor for The POM, living in Illinois, also writing in association with the Writes of Passage, “forged on the wordwrights’ anvil,” and the Muse Echo Collective, Purveyors of the Poet Tree of Discoursing Drums beating by any dreams necessary.