Yesterday’s Old Comfortable Coat - Poem by Daleen Enslinstrydom
When the mind looses its grip on tomorrow
and goes back in the meadows of yesterday,
far wide and open as the small Karoo
and when today is only a moment
that you want to forget
when loneliness comes and lies in me
like the cold frost,
then it’s easier
to slide back into yesterday.
like a old duffel coat
from my childhood days
and it fits so cosy and perfectly
and the smells of it is so well known
and it’s so comfortable in every seam
without having to make any adjustments
it’s a perfect fit.
is burned into
the hard drive of the mind
and no effort is necessary
to relive them again,
to dig them up, to dust them off
and to dream
about those lived moments again.
Like previously taped DVD’s
every movement is so well-known,
worked out and already lived
and like a old comfortable coat
with cosy warm embracing
I go back into the past without any expectations
and the ghosts from yesterday,
I know from face to face
and they are engraved,
programmed to wipe out
all of my expectations of my tomorrows
and the shadow of yesterday
slide right into me.
like a old well-known friend
and now I am no friend of tomorrow
while yesterday remains clinging to me.
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