Tomorrow

The twinkling welkin is ready to embrace a much-awaited mizzle

The receding storm didn’t disappear from the unapparent tracts of the eyelashes

It was limping,

The wind and the dust are moving it further back.

Both but,

Regularly disappear,

Both but,

Less frequent,

To hit the shore than it,

Which,

Always is,

On the move

Now,

Yesterday is unreal

Now,

There is today

And now,

Is new.

For,

Now is always new

And new is starting afresh

Starting to be real

And real is,

To be in today.

Today is what you hold

The only thing you could hold on to.

For,

To hold is, to have it,

For,

To have is, to own it,

For,

To own is, to have something to lend

For,

To lend is, to own someone else

For,

To own someone else is to hold someone

For,

To hold someone is, to be for someone else

Maybe crawling,

Crawling sans pace,

But certainly moving,

Moving forward

For,

The altered path was never engineered to veer away your self

Now,

It’s tomorrow….