If We’re Lucky, We’ll See Rain, Saint George, Utah, 22 August 2018

There’s a reasonable sense
In which now is the future,
Because we’re not quick enough
To ever experience
Now exactly, processing
The incoming as we do,
Just a beat or two behind.
Of course, that’s not what we mean
When we discuss the future,
Except, in a way, when talk
And thought turns to deja vu
Or that sense that we just knew
The phone was about to ring.
Then we note the echoing
Of now caught inside just then.
Mostly though, we imagine
The future as further out
Than mere anticipation,
As when I sat on the porch
Observing eastern lightning
In the dry mountains, thinking,
Tomorrow could bring a storm.