I started yesterday in my childhood, yearning for privilege that only time could yield.
I screeched and stomped and screamed when my frivolous desires were curtailed by those who had time on their side.
Summer touched my wondrous soul.
The grass became my sanctuary and the beach sand laid next to me at night, consoling my nightmares.
Father brought me food and mother’s loving touch quenched my fevers.
I started yesterday in a cradle of safety, I felt yesterday in an agony of wonder.
I spent today in my girlhood, yearning for purpose to my youth.
I sobbed and sniveled and screamed when I wised up to the world, yet the world would not stand by my side.
Autumn’s fog came with the first sign of cold.
The leaves became bright, then became dead — the death of the green reminded me of the turn of time.
Father brought me counsel and mother’s wit gave me wisdom that quieted my monsters.
I spent today in a marshland of wonder, I felt today in a cloud of confusion.
I squandered tomorrow understanding adulthood, yearning for peace in the face of strife.
I screeched and sobbed and stomped when I was encased in a maze deficient in maps.
Winter came and laid its icy hands on my loved ones, I screeched.
Winter came and froze my wondrous soul, I sobbed.
I stomped in winter’s snow and summoned my childhood.
Father bid his farewell to the world and mother grew cold.
I squandered tomorrow in an abyss of darkness, I felt tomorrow speak to me but I heard nothing.
I summarized my last days of parenthood, yearning for the freedom of my childhood.
I recalled the days of Spring when green was birthed anew.
I surmised every season of strife was the same.
Yesterday was today, today is tomorrow, and tomorrow is a series of nows.