In that moment,
I foresaw
the days
and weeks
and months
and years
ahead.
I foresaw
the barren hours
emptied like a bullet
from the chamber:
irredeemable,
irretrievable.
I foresaw
the solitary seconds
counted by the clock
standing sentinel,
ticking away
infinity.
I foresaw
a fork in the path,
a bend in the arrow,
a disorder in the stars,
a disturbed point of
departure.
I foresaw
the ripples reaching
like outstretched fingers
out to the ocean’s end
and over the edge of the
horizon.
In that moment,
I foresaw
the days
and weeks
and months
and years
ahead.
