By which future?
Blame your table
of contents. Find a spider under every stone.
Rattle the field
as you battle the skeletons with their rotted ears
of corn.
Live about to tip to egg a cracking.
Walk the alleys
between strawberry beds.
Desire a clean well.
Be a sky lantern. Give it a good shine
before you jump feet first
into the dark.
You work in progress—yes, I think that describes you.