It’s all-too-easy to forget the last good summer
When you’re sunk deep in a bad winter.
Just as it’s all-too-easy to forget a good winter
When you’re sunk deep in a bad summer.
So once a dreaded season has returned,
The good one is erased from mind.
It’s strange, then: come the end of summer,
That final event — the final full stop -
Never seems as fearful as dreamt of.
And even the feared features of winter
Quickly become routine to us.
We paint the past — even yesterday -
In deep colours: good-bad.
Paint it garishly.
We sweeten-sour past events too.
So feelings don’t reflect realities: past-present.
We cannot trust their truth.
Feelings are crude.
Outright fantasists
Keen to exaggerate.
Keen to blame.
Keen to turn black white, and good bad.
“Ah yesterday!”
Yet yesterday was hell too.
Just as today is heaven.
Ah today!
So be right here.
Be right now.
Be.
*) The words “Ah yesterday!” are from Samuel Beckett’s play Endgame.
© Paul Austin Murphy 2021
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