On the Future

I hope

you never

ask me

how you look.

How ridiculous

is it

going to be


” like my future”

comes out

before I can

stop it?

Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem XVII

You are a radiant paradox,

making me to

cherish the memory

of the past

and the potential

of the future,

being the calm

in my storm

and the storm

in my calm.