Future Future Burning Bright

Future future
burning bright
in the sparkling
off foresight
where we'll be
and who we'll know
as yet unknown
as futures go

Future future
burning bright
might be darkening
might be light
might be both
of what do we
know
this is the
way that futures
go

Future future
burning bright
bright, bright burning
there to shield
our sight
if we could know
what was to be
how would each day
be weighted differently

Crystal Balls

What is worse than a fellow's
Crystal balls astride
A bucking tavern bull ride

Futures

The future
a luxury
denied to some who
must live in the present
of degradation, hunger,
thirst, death, war, pestilence

The future
a ribbon given
slipping lightly through
fingers delighting in
the superficial texture
deciding only on hues
mindless of the reeling spool

The future
sancrosanct and serious
leadening each present
footstep with the echo
of impact yet to come

The future
bold, joyous, sparkling
with possibility
unknown but all positive
as mindless and far a given
as the horizon over the sea

The future
a present wrapped in the
ribbon of luxury, the sentience
of deprivation, the entitlement,
the seriousness, mindlessness
all
lightly tied with the singular
loose bow of the absolutely
uknowable
coming

What Future?

Who says there is a future
that it even all exists
perhaps the future that we
fear or dream
exists only
in an existential
dreamed up mist

The Dancing Clumsy Muse

As the girl with the Red Shoes
there's no stopping the dancing
Muse
although she might be clumsy
feels she has nothing left to lose
the dancing Muse continues left to go
twirling, whirling, on
moving into the never of forever
when tonight is gone

A Few (Future) Haiku

Those who live in the future
Illustrate hubris
That provokes the Universe



Large ego warning up there
plan small live each day
future has no guarantee



Live in the future if you
dare - in the never
been while today becomes past



A kitten becomes a cat
a babe becomes brat
Consequence and not there that


Bumper stickers "Live Today"
Jump for joy and sing
Stickers peel and flake away


Enough with futured haikus
They are not running
Smooth rooted in present

What is the future

What is the future?
when will it come?
I heard a woman crying
and it frightened me some
Should I be scared?
should I get ready and prepare?
What will happen
when I get to that future
place she cried of there?
And do I even have to
Do I even have to go?
This woman said she sure
wished that as a girl she
did know
Know what? What is this future?
I think when I'm a grownup I will
have to go
But what it is, and where it is,
and why she was crying all
this I do not know
All I know about this future
is that it must be up ahead
but tomorrow I'm starting kindy-garten
and now I'm too scared to
get into my bed

When I Was Old

When I was old
the three year old said
looking to his grandfather's
snow-white head

You mean said his mother
"when you will be old"
No said the child "When I was an
old man" high voiced bold

When I was an old man
I was like you
and now I'm here
this is true

They smiled the insolent
way that
grown-ups do
when small wise children
speak of unknown futures
lived already through

Future Young

Bodies wrapt in rapt
attention to smooth
bellied tautness
revel reaching in
bright sunlight
shyly proud
lifted together
in ectasy of eyes
locked in reciprocated
surprise of all that
has not yet happened
as the cycle begins

I See the Sea

They’ll cry and read from what
I've 'wrote'
They’ll joke and
Hug and elbow poke
And when they’re done
They’ll sprinkle
Me home back
into the sun-lit sea

To the Sparkling Sea

To the Sparkling Sea
There I'll be
long dark hair
now silvered
catching the light
as I dance barefoot
in the aquamarine
surf heedless of
ultraviolet rays
or sideways glances
head back catching
the full force of
the sun

In the Gleam of an Eye - To Grandchildren as Yet Only A Twinkle

My future sparkles
in the gleam of
a son's eye
as it is caught
and returned
in the memory catcher
that will
come
sometime
someday
to remember and
speak of me
as grandmother