Tomorrow's Absent Yesterdays Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Bow and arrow in hand, shooting straight for your heart,
taking me into clearings of another yesterday, melodies
rising into the skyway.

Reaching into circles of enlightenment being formed through
innate knowledge and wisdom, righting self as life takes on
new dimensions.

Finding prerequisites for turning the finer points of nature
and making them more explicit so they can find their way in-
to tomorrow's absent yesterdays.

Looking for them, moving forward into interior sensations,
always hoping to be resurrected and kept safely for all time
and remembered when finally found.