The day passes into history,
it may, in the future, remind me
of something I thought I’d forget
or it may not,
there’s a lot to process in twenty
four hours and as time goes on
it feels like more.
closing the curtains to keep out
the dragons and bolting the door.
which is the future now, but won’t
I will do the same things again
until that too
passes into history
© 2020, John Smallshaw.