Twenty Years From Now
The clock says afternoon,
but clocks are little tyrants
with polished faces.
We know better.
A message crosses time
wearing today’s small costume,
black bubble, blue bubble,
heart, joke, almost-tears.
Twenty years from now,
the wire may change,
the window may vanish,
but still…
one voice will wake,
find the other waiting… and say:
good afternoon.
Meaning:
time never owned us.
