Riddle of the Present

I move between two worlds!
Yesterday
I created myths about the stars,
and tomorrow
I will colonize Mars.

I am the link uniting
humanity's past and future.

This poem is, also, posted in the journal Writing in Snow, under the folder Awardicon Items, in my writing.com port.

Sunset Approaches

Istiqlál (Independence), 5 ‘Izzat (Might), 165 B.E. – Friday, September 12, 2008 about 6:03 PM Pacific Time

Sunset approaches
and I think about past and future;
the present is a snow ball
rolling down a mountains slop
picking up speed
as it nears
a bottomless chasm
at the foot of the mountain.

Sunset approaches
another solar day comes to an end;
today becomes yesterday
and merges with all the past yesterdays
that haunt my memory
yesterdays that I would relive
if I could,
yesterdays that I might or might not change
if I could.

Sunset approaches
and I watch the slow transformation
of day light blue to night time black
I realize
that my present self is the result
of all my yesterdays;
I am who I am today
because of decisions I made yesterday
and - even if I could change them -
do I really want to change those decision
and become someone else
who is not my present self?