dreams

last night I examined an old diary.
on waking this morning, embarrassing memories
file up out of my dreams
and accuse me one by one.
pleading guilty on all counts
I wallow for a while.
the same temptation:
'there is no help in you'.

there are no guarantees
and no going back.
remember: this cannot be about the future;
(that's in your hands)
only about the now.
(still partly in mine)