"I Touched Yesterday" by Jason Appelbaum

"I Touched Yesterday"

I touched yesterday The buildings, the houses, the streetlights Brooklyn College quietly and quickly walked away from me I relive Brooklyn I go back hundreds of years I get off the pavement I walk onto the crunch green brown black grasses I feel akin to the trees and forests and brush What I touch and what I see I am off the map The feet that walked this grass, these paths Have walked since the sun reflected off the green leaves of the Brooklyn forest When the first man walked in the forest, felt the wet leaves and said What is wet? This grass, this earth Echoing back the stench, the field of winter The field of time The unknown presence Feel it See it The unknown paths and unknown footprints of all those who were here The old lives I feel them and I may not know them But I am in awe. Separate pieces – need to decide where to put in magazine

Photo by Tim Caston