Time is not linear .
The future’s always vague
Sometimes it looms as sinister,
It is an unknown blur,
marked by our bargaining
with deities and rituals of hope.
The deities …cold effigies…
remote and silent carved in stone….
Can neither hear nor heed
our mortal groans.
By scorning nature’s vision
in the thicket of dense woods,
Relying for direction
on metallic compasses,
We crash into the trees.
Our navigation tools are blunt.
The surge towards an easy life,
becomes our misery.
We do not like uncertainty….
and yet it is our lot.
Uncertainty is radical.
We cannot bend its ways.
The past’s unsteady in its step
The future cannot comfort us…
we do not even know if it exists.
We have today.
That is our gift.
Kristine Byrne. 24th March. 2020.
Image by Victor J.G. Gomez