March 13, 2016


The future like an avalanche
Is roaring down the sky.
If you’ve prepared no hiding place
Then be prepared to die.
You never reason why.

The future like a question mark
Is scything humankind.
If you can see, then handle it –
You’ll be cut down if blind.
The future doesn’t mind.

The future like a giant wave
Is heading for the shore.
If you can ride that wall-like wave
It’s no wall, but a door
Into forever more.

Published: The Rotary Dial, Toronto, January 2016

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