Yesterday’s Tomorrow

Frozen tundra now voicing
my slide through time,
once rivers of fire,
holding screeches made mute.

My burial made proper
by laws unspoken,
unread,
unknown,
left unrequited,
raise unanswered questions.

Might my mother be
within hardened water beneath,
that by eclipsed radiant sunlight
once hid me from molten red?

Had father gone absent,
made angry with Nature's wrath,
found bow and arrows useless,

but for kindled flames?

As adult,

were there broken ice crystals once shrouding
this peaceful grave layered under time,

and more time?

With this hidden history unveiled,
will weather continue furthering
the persistence of Matter,
maintain this spinning gyroscope
of perpetual chance,
this master of preservation
unfettered by modern inquiry?

Will Nature hold proud,
protecting my other parts,

once resonant with motion,
now but echoes of dissonant shifting,

until darkness of light submits

to unveiling more ancestral memories
by Ends that continue discovering for
more informed Beginnings?

Beyond…

Where so much once was,
will yesterday’s tomorrow

continue to reveal creation’s ancient story

that nothing is forever,

save the cyclic nature of existence?