YESTERDAY WAS SO BEAUTIFUL
(and its passing so sad)
when the day transitions
it goes to night
first, before
there can be another
day
sometimes
a day has been
so beautiful
that in the night
instead of looking
forward
to another day
we can only grieve
for what is gone
but each day
is its own being
each being
has their own
day
whatever beauty
we find missing
tomorrow, whatever
we might miss
from yesterday
well, that beauty
we must become
tomorrow
we must be
as beautiful
as the departed day
we mourn in the anguish
of night
—kalamu ya salaam