Yesterday

A long ago life in another world. A poem.

By Andrew Kicking Horse

Hidden in my mind are memories of yesterday when I was free and a different man, covered like dust in an attic, coming back to life only when disturbed.

I remember peace, I think, somewhere in there. A time when I was not so guarded. Clink … clank, the door shuts. The memory is gone, faster than it ever came.

I must forget about yesterday and there can be no tomorrow, as I live to survive today. There is only now for people like me, for like smoke in the wind, the day fades.

About the Author

A member of the Choctaw Nation, poet Andrew Kicking Horse shares the legacy of his people through traditional beadwork and by passing on tribal legends and customs to future generations.

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