The Future

I courted confusion across a
shiny sea of promise.
And there was love on either
side of me.
Tricks of the mind are absurd and
yet we yield to them.
There never was one that did not
take me by the hand,
A thing pregnant with promise,
That did not take me by the hand
And sing.
The future. A bed. A smile. Hair.
The future. A pen. A desk. Food.
Kitchen. Little feet. Little voices.
Something true. Home.

?

Light that plays on my head

Makes me wise

Dappled in sunlight the colour of

blood, we live and we thrive

In heat and in cold. Beyond

the years that do so boldly

beset us with misery, we aspire

For higher mysteries than these,

and we would die like a flock

of grounded geese drowned

In the muck of the earth that

was our home for time past

and time to come.