I am a victim of the future.
Joyless, one day I will rot
with the mud worms.
That’s why I am joyful today.
The sky is too dolphin belly clean
not to suck it in with sublime reflection.
The rivers are too unscripted not to analyze
their currents and rapids with a prayerful smile.
The mountains are too grief stricken not to stand
in awe of their shadows’ unlimited trauma.