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I Remember Tomorrow

A poem

Photo by Heather Zabriskie on Unsplash

Do you remember next spring when trees blushed and greened? And when the drought came next summer?

I remember when fall came before spring and noon followed midnight, and the moon waned and then waxed — or did it wax and then wane?

Is the future determined by the past? Or does the future foretell what happens today?

The laws of physics say time moves only one way. But sometimes I recall next year, next week, next day.

If I walk a circular path how will I know if I’m moving forward or back?

Today I walked the path that led to yesterday, where the future bloomed before my eyes.

Adelia Ritchie, 2020

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