Yesterday, you and I hiked steep slopes above timberline together.
Yesterday, we scrambled to the mountain’s rocky summit, shouting;
Yesterday, both of us could see for miles into the future’s glorious vista.
Today, we sit on this boulder, gulping for oxygen and squinting at horizon.
Today, trail is precarious scree and semi-obscured by fog of fears, tears
Today, we rub our aching muscles and commiserate with breaking hearts
But tomorrow…tomorrow will dawn brilliant where sorrow will be no more!
a poem in my pocket 