Longing for or dwelling on yesterday
Is like watching life through glasses,
scratched like the surface of an ice hockey rink
just before the break.
To just live for tomorrow
is like constantly reaching for
which turns out to be crystals of ice,
melts in your hand
and pours away.
You’ll find your own gold vein,
if you manage to live NOW,
but still keep your wisdom
from yesterday and
knowing where you want to be
Photos of snow crystals, William Bentley 1902