To me, the past's yesterdays and the future's tomorrows meet each other at some point. Because I don't see time as a linear "thing". But the haiku seems to see it as linear, in a way.
Why is it skewed?
And why it chose (:-p) this title for itself?

And I'm being the crazy one now, analyzing the haiku...
When I could also let it be what it is, free from the analysis that sometimes distorts the beauty of the moment that the poet experienced. It is what it is, then, showing your beautiful writing and mind.

Is it written by Patrick or by M? : )