in the future

I remember what it feels like to be a man
So I touch my face and lips now like one

I speak many languages
In my belly they remember poems

I see pictures of yours that I recognize
My dreams were photons before I came,
before you-

I drive a mile and it is warmer
These movements of form are microclimates,
nearby shifts

Daffodils still bloom today
Friends go

This is it.

Destiny was a muse of another man
Until I saw he is me

The call

When the call comes
I’m convinced my trust is not enough yet

And I can see yet forever

The roots defy the tide
But the tide is rooted in 100 bijillion gallons of sea

Somewhere I remember,
and I swallow