I grasp for tomorrow,
Away, it whisks through my hands,
Slips through my fingers,
Dissipates in a breeze.
Yet I reach.
I nervously strain.
I gaze.
I peer.
Grabbing binoculars,
I look,
But it’s never there.
It’s with me.
I feel it.
I grasp.
Again, it’s not there.
Oh, it is, and I see it.
Gone again, into the air.
Tomorrow –
So big I can’t see Today.
And just yesterday I reached
For what now is today.
It is here
And I hold it,
But tomorrow is bigger
And I push this away.
What if this Today is the great Tomorrow I seek?
Today was tomorrow only yesterday.
Tomorrow will be Today tomorrow.
Won’t it?
Today I have Today
Held in my hand.
I can’t blow it away.
It is here.
Tomorrow again
Will be only Today,
And I’ll hold it.
It’s real.
Tomorrow never is.
What we hold is the Great Today.
The Word in Vision 
i like how you penned this – we let the yesterdays burden our life and maybe are afraid of tomorrows and miss our todays..that’s so sad…and a good reminder…thanks
“Today I have today/ Held in my hand/ I can’t blow it away/ It’s here / Tomorrow again”
Really like this piece, this passage I listed here is brilliant, from taking a notion, relative to man, into a tangible object…beautiful image and metaphor.
Thanks for posting this:)
Thanks, Fred. Sometimes a notion is so strong it becomes tangible. At least that’s my experience.
when it is time to let go, one has to ..otherwise, it is hard.
love your style.
keep it up.
Happy Rally.
It seems that in the case of Today, Tomorrow, and Yesterday, neither grasping nor letting go is in our hands.
Thanks, Jingle
Yes. We are often tempted to envy our imagination of Tomorrow, but that imagination is never exactly correct. Thanks, Claudia
Yes,today is always great because you already hold it in your hand.Tomorrow may never be.Wise words,wise poem 🙂
You’ve got it, Carefree. Thanks
This had a very dream-like quality.
It is hard to capture something like this into words.
Great job!
I love poems and writing about the paradoxical nature of time and memory. Well written!
Very clever and so true we only have this moment
Thanks for reading and for your kind comment.
Very clever poem. Tomorrow never comes, it is a non-existant day. This poem is an eloquent way of saying the old saying “Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift, that is why its called the present.” Yet we do all strive for tomorrow, making plans, decisions and countless other things, when as you said we should live in the now. A thought provoking read.
The Lonely Recluse.
Hello.
Live for today, don’t worry about tomorrow.
Nicely penned.