a future dream from yesterday

yesterday in the stillness of a cold
morning
sat by
the river
frost on this dry grass
growing
around chunks of concrete and bent rebar
ice and a narrow rivulet of moving water
beautiful
overhead circle
two eagles
and a heron passed by in flight


the sun on clouds and in
branches of these trees
solid and quiet in the winter
and this sun
telling me
forget and remember
what is

--a. n. falanay