Yesterday’s Tomorrows is a beautifully nostalgic, almost cinematic opening to the collection: Nóēma Poēma. This is an evocative first piece — a sensory time capsule — that invites the reader into a personal archive with warmth and gentleness. It sets a precedent: that what follows will be emotionally honest, reflective, and deeply human.

There’s a softness in both tone and tempo that feels intimate — the kind of memory one exhales rather than recounts. The imagery evokes heat, sunlight, and stillness, paired with the sweetness of childhood unspoiled by time’s pressing grip. Lines like:

“See shadows playing / In shafts of sunlight” “Freckled noses / And crooked teeth”

…are quiet, vivid and deeply human, giving texture to memory — not only its visual imprint but its emotional weight — and that final metaphor:

“Stored like spices / In air-tight jars.”

…is a gorgeous, sensory closure. A perfect image of preservation, memory, and fragility.