The Future Here Poem by Jesse Ellsbury

The Future Here



This is where it started –
the future here,
the roots, it’s clear
have grown too long
and reached past water,
my sons and daughters
unborn and unmourned.

I age on a time clock,
every moment’s paid
with a wrinkle,
every second fades
and I’m again single,
the ones I loved
will have left me for dust
and my eyes, so wet with rust,
she said she would stay,
I thought I could trust her
she’ll be gone…

my parents, too, will have passed on,
their graves obscured by flowers,
memories obscured by hours –
now I’ll have to bring them to my wife
and go back to my staring contest
with death
and there I’ll wait,
knowing I’m next.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
What the future may hold (I hope not) .
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success