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
I realise that the uncertainty over times past
Will become tomorrow.
If the spotlight stops shining,
Do you cease to exist?