Like Before

Or do I mean like yesterday’s island
of content, found for a full half hour, at least;
where nothing mattered, but the rain that washed
the leaves from trees & played my mind to sleep?

I’d like to say it is, but every
moment’s different & today’s bliss in time
becomes tomorrow’s wound; a parting of
ways, where any step takes me further from
where I began, though it’s still too early
to tell if it’s finally the right direction,
or even if there is one way to go
that won’t leave me just as I was before.

If only I could be as I was before.