Sunday, February 17, 2008

In Five Years' Time


Photo by Katy Brown, Davis


IN FIVE YEARS' TIME
—John Haines

In five years' time
our faces may be a map
of roots printed

in the shade of a wall.

Or this: the armor of things
will have fallen,
those who now resemble
alligators and gars
will be sleek in fur.

Or else in the slime
a sleeping engine wakes:
all the ooze and the bubbles
will burst, and the hat
of the forest fly off.

In five years' time,
torn from the fiery
bubble of ourselves,
we may all be walking
in heaven,
battered and dreaming,
our shoes in our hands:

"Where did we come from?
How did it happen?"

Over the cuckoo-land
of our seeming-to-be,
a brief rumble passes
like a cloud:

This story of things
that never happened.

__________________

—Medusa

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