This is a poem I wrote a few years ago:
Hearing “Yesterday” the first time – 1964-
my bedroom in the house on Everhart Street,
I was fifteen.
At night my radio could tune into Boston.
When I turned it on, the song was just beginning –
Three syllables down the scale,
cello droning behind them.
Throat tightened, legs loosened.
My favorite song forever.
Forty-five years later,
troubles not so far away .
One long lost love called in 1971
better to laugh in the desert
than cry by the creek,
but I could not move to the desert.
Today I live by that creek again –
cornered by circumstance,
shedding my escape fantasies,
singing with Ringo
No no no no I don’t smoke it no more…
By the creek,
today tenuous as a spider web,
unpredictable as fire.
I believe in yesterday,
which does not change,
where John Lennon still walks
out the door of the Dakota.
Another song says don’t stop thinking about tomorrow.
But I believe in yesterday.
Another song says the landslide brought me down…
and I’m getting older, too,
so I believe in yesterday.