That elusive future

Wrote this way back in 2003 and strangely, future is still being as elusive as ever.

Across the distance, far far away

I view my future

Sitting on the highest branch

Of a mango tree

It stares at passing birds

Wishing on falling stars

Dangling its legs fearlessly

It weaves my tomorrow

The other day it hung upside down

I missed a heartbeat

A smile lifted my shoulders

My future steadied itself

Sometimes it has company

The animals, the stars… the others

Nothing seems to affect it

As the wind continues to blow

I waved to it today

Hoping in vain to catch its eye

As it plucked another cloud

To make a warm quilt

I tried crying out its name

Sent a message in a vinegar bottle

It chooses to ignore me

Doesn’t it know it belongs to me?