The Future

Dear mortals,

I know you are busy with your colourful lives;

you grow quickly bored and detest moralising.

I have no wish to waste the little

time that remains

on arguments and heated debates.

I wish I could entertain you

with some magnificent

propositions

and glorious jokes;

but the best I can do is this:

I haven’t happened yet; but I will.

I am the future, but before I appear

please

close the scrolls of information,

let the laptop sleep,

sit still and shut your eyes.

Listen -

things are going to change -

don’t open your eyes, not yet! -

I’m not trying to frighten you.

Think of me not as a wish or a

nightmare

but as a story you have to tell

yourselves

not with an ending in which everyone lives happily

ever after,

or a B-movie apocalypse,

but maybe starting with the line

“to be continued...”

and see what happens next.

Remember this;

I am not written in stone

but in time

so please don’t shrug and say

what can we do,

it’s too late, etc, etc, etc...

Dear mortals,

you are such strange creatures

with your greed and your

kindness,

and your hearts like broken toys.

You carry fear with you

everywhere

like a tiny god

in its box of shadows.

You love shopping and festivals

and good food.

You love to dance in the enchantment of time

like angels in a forest of mirrors.

Your lives are held in the beautiful devices

familiar in your hands.

And perhaps you lie to yourselves

because you’re afraid of me.

But always remember

we are in this together,

face to face and eye to eye.

I hold you in my hands

as I am held in yours.

We are made for each other.

Now - open your eyes

and tell me what you see.