Winds and tomorrow

It is easy to re-live the past,

To sit and reflect,

Shine a light on what was.

 

There is certainty in last week or month,

That is distinct from

The possibilities of tomorrow.

 

Yesterday was good; I have forgotten the bad part.

Next month, who knows?

 

I woke this morning anticipating the fall-out from Hurricane Ophelia,

All I found were dead leaves.

 

If you are lucky and you haven’t been forgotten in five generations,

If, you have been listed in the annals of a history,

There might be a mark.

 

There have certainly been more people and events forgotten

Than we can add-up or, imagine.

 

Only one history remains of the Battle of Thermopylae,

History seen through a lonely lens.

 

And, I think of what might be, what will

And,

I realise that the uncertainty over times past

Will become tomorrow.

 

If the spotlight stops shining,

Do you cease to exist?