Impossible

I forget - was it yesterday, a year ago today, last night, on Wednesday, a fortnight ago?
I forgot when it happened. How the leaves were. The smell of the skin. The voices behind us. Little rain, little rain, small fingers.
Who was I? I know about now, i know everything about now because now i breathe and think.
But yesterday, who was I? The smoke keeps rising i tell himself. The smoke keeps rising and the fog appears again.
The fog appears.
The storm is approaching.
Little rain, little rain, small feelings. It helps me stabilise. Mobilise all the resources. Get help. Get help. Helium laughter. Sounds of dawn. Sons of daughters. Populated shores. The coasts of other countries, cold, i will see the cold.
I am here and the plastic and the cold and the damp and the dew and the colours and the music and the voices and the fingers and the possibility.
The possibility of fate.