The future approached me & reached for my hand,
wrapping his tiny fingers around my thumb.
He was dark and skinny, maybe a bit malnourished,
his eyelids puffed from infection.
But his pupils were wide and round
and full and deep dark. Foreboding maybe.
Full of information. Full of warning.
The future approached me and held out his arms.
I reciprocated and lifted him to my lap.
He didn’t speak, but his eyes spoke volumes
of pain and hope. His lips remained still.
Reaching back to inform us, to warn us
that it is coming and it won’t be long.
We have every reason to prepare, to be ready.