Yesterday

Today and tomorrow.

The Bay, my home, photograph by author.

There’s a part of me I called yesterday
And another I called today
I never quite know what tomorrow will bring
So about the future, there’s little to say

We drove into town on a hot summer’s day
Back in the year two thousand five
We arrived in Vincentia late in the evening
After a long and gruelling afternoon drive

The night was sordid and sticky
No cool change or currents of air
Lynette Oscar and I stayed at Cathy’s
A dull place in need of repair

I lay on the floor in the lounge room
With the door open to no avail
It stayed sultry till before the dawn
Around thirty on the Celsius scale

Then the next morning I was bitten for good
When Oscar and I walked down to the Bay
And both swam in the cool, clear water
Words were lost in the magic display

That was yesterday in my life
Now I live here just a stone’s throw away
I came here to live permanently over sixteen years ago
And…