so yesterday
is now
yesteryear

and yesteryear
will soon be
remember when

and remember when
will  soon be
way back then

until it’s all
i just
can’t
recall

like trying to hold
the sands of the shore
moments slipping away
swallowed by tide and time
like jumping high
to swing from the clouds
only to fall
through the sky
i tried to keep
a moment or two

like a sunset
over a soybean field
or at the end of the road
or a monochrome lighthouse
showing the way
to giant icicles
on climbing day
or two little girls
on a summer swing
with nana in the middle
all is well
or a grand city
that rises and falls
while a grand old bridge
anchors it all
or our two sons
walking by the river
or coffee starlings
dancing in the air
safe from the wind farm
or the fire in the sky
above a river
flowing like time
through fields
and towns
and seasons
and lives
until it joins the
the moments
in the sea and sand
that still
are slipping through my hands