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?
