Yesterday

I opened the windows of my room with the night

I let in the stars and slept in their time

    I knew their waning

 

When I awoke

My pillow was flattened with the weight of their time

My mind was present in the immensity of their span

    I knew their past now

 

Today

I curtained the new day in my room with the dawn

I breathed in time and dreamed of their aeons to come

   I knew no future