The Future Part I

Imagine future me

and future you too

clipping coupons for vitamin D

(2000 milligrams a day

keeps our space rot away),

our bones encroach

light speed, our skin tries

to keep up. It's tough

when seed after seed,

time flowing through our family trees,
generations find their habitation
(a somewhere constellation), cold
and black a million miles from
earth-speaks, calling us
back, tracing our tracks, hearts
tacked tight to the rhythms

of her ebb and flow.

It's been grab and go

forget it and let the future unfold;

leave your everything home

with our last distant address

God bless
all the like-it-or-not cadets.

Sojourners,

wanderers,

travelers,

we flow.

Spacesuits,

manwalks,

frozen rocks,

we know.

Parentships,

child begets,

time ticks,

we grow,

we grow,

we grow.

The only thing important now

is our speed, hopefully

the trajectory was right

when we got started.

Gold-hearted, our ancestors aimed
when the world was still flat
and her edges distorted
with the best aim their brains could boast.
We've been trained to toast to the most
they could offer, when we stowed
our baggage in the compartments below
(our new home tin can craft),

sealed the hatch,

seat belt,

ignition dealt,

gravity a blow.

We committed our souls

to a generous catch,

staked our lives on the best

the future has (we're sure of it,
consummate) keys to unlatch.

rockets, we blast
through (all fear!)

as slowly our everything disappeared;

true trees,

shifting cities,

my majestic mountains

(tis of thee),

close continents

over oceans

(sweet land),

one atmosphere

(of liberty),

many moons,

stars, and suns

(there is a difference

between freedom and fun).

Our funerals found us early,
in this cosmic casket.
We regret to inform you
our sons and daughters

will be face-to-face

for a million more years

to come. Where do they go

(in this) when there just isn't

enough (craft) room or hallway

to tolerate their silent split

or hiding when they try to miss

each other's eyesight?

God, it's just easier to fight.

One thing I now know (black);

I am going to have to meet you (blue).

I am eyes (still slightly bruised)

first seeing you,

time trials multiplied

what's true,

what's broken,

what's patched and glued

propped up, parading personalities

but I've never been one to take a fool.

It is surprisingly beautiful,

weightless, heart-to-heart

in our mansuits

and oxygen rich attitudes

at times (when the cabin pressure drops)

and being born into

this revival relationship,

a strange but heart-fully full throttle mess.

Finally, after all these galaxies

here is me (imagining)

and (unfolding) you too.

I've been puzzled dear
but watch these pieces float
together in our weightless new.