Yesterday carries generous blossoms.
They sprout on leafy branches and cast long shadows.
Yesterday is like a vessel
but not merely where old memories loiter.
It has a mind of its own.
And if left unguarded,
it quietly raises barriers.
Yesterday is a long winding road.
It is ambivalent, ambidextrous, and cunning.
Sometimes, it is exacting, quite unforgiving.
It lives vicariously on the broad shoulders of time.
Sometimes, it smiles and dances.
Other times, it harbours nostalgic thoughts,
smothers kindness and withholds compassion.
It pulls at life,
sending it into opposing directions,
even backwards while advancing.
Yesterday is like seeded clouds,
full of provocative thoughts, ideas, and even regrets.
It has power to decide outcomes,
to propel life forward or to restrain it.
Yesterday is like a treadmill.
It is not for the faint of heart.
It is a springboard in a cage.
Sometimes, it is manipulative
or simply
the most rewarding of companions.