Memories of Reptilia

I am held over from yesterday
waiting for a moment - only a moment -
to slip back into place
and rest where I now am.

But the moment never comes to me
and I run on forward, by force - not by choice -
so backward a I cannot see.

I swore last night
that I would forget it
for the seventieth time this month,
but it's still holding on to me
like the snake with a mouse in it's grip.

So headfirst, I go, with memories
down through the neck
into the belly, where the hunger is;
down to where I'll find my breath.

Tomorrow, I'll come up better, I suppose,
and stronger than the rest,
if only I would swallow yesterday
and live through the present tense.

Author notes

Today is a good day for writing, apparently. It comes swift and smooth, like that snake from yesterday with it's jaws hanging wide. It certainly is an odd thing that we hate to move on when what is behind us is what we claim to really hate.

Maybe someday we'll learn. Or, perhaps it would be better said, maybe someday we'll see.

-thefallout
www.theeverlastingfallout.com