Yesterday
was probably laced in
(whatever color)
you consider a bore
I presume it was
a typical day of
nothing worth remembering
because I just can't seem to
remember any days
anymore


Today
I thought I was nine, again
but when my eyes 
met my wrists,
I caught my hands evaporating
in the wind
And then,
I was surrounded in ravens
And they replaced
my childhood hands
with swollen raisins


Tonight,
I have three daughters,
a dozen grandchildren
and all the joys 
of being an old woman-
And I am not feeling threatened
By anything i'm dreaming


Tomorrow,
will fledge its wings
and spit my young hands at me 
to stay
so I can cherish
feeling alive, again
And teach the past
what it's like 
to live for a day