you are a lone moment,
blipping along on an infinite radar,
a rusty railcar switching tracks
between restraint and reverie.
this moment is so heavy.
if you could peer all the way down the rails
you would see all of your future selves
lined up, multi-colored and singing like birds,
whizzing by at the burn of light.
let the future come.
let your future selves be.
© 2015 Michelle Warner