Why Leap A Head Of Yesterday Poem by James McLain

You knew this need would happen, to change
this day for tomorrows, today rewound.
I step out of your husk, it is chafted, scuffed in
worms, silks unhealed browns, to many yesterdays
has it seen, never brushed.
The widows eye, it is flushed, it's last chance catches
my ankle, I fall upon her cheek, as unwanted irrigation.
Where once soft pink, now pastures faded brown,
to blacks last pull on flesh.
The track of many heart felt victories, rest upon in
hollow, branched reburied, tributaries tearless.
As the window of the sun, is pulled shut, lashes gripp
releases me to tumble, once again into sleep.