in the future i see warm eyes
meet the gaze of the center of our universe.
made translucent before the
body itself centers.
arms pop at the joints trying to meet the reach of God.
antiquated attempts at unity, (word to adam)
before realizing the futility.
eyes delay communicating they’ve already
seen God this morning and the body grows
warm in its presence.
citrine shimmers both in the skin and
around the neck
and vibes, energy, whatever its name
envelopes the room.
“thank you for another day”
in the future i see sun at high tide,
little brown feet running through cool mist.
toes bend parallel to the tar pavement,
like the solar panels above them and
spring, releasing the tension with arms extended,
celebrating another leaky hydrant.
little brown feet patter
next to ants carrying crumbs
from a chopped cheese.
antennas flow with communication.
they, too, rejoice for their fortune.