Coffee Time Poem by JJ Evendon

I cannot see into the future,
except for my favourite coffee shop
which, tomorrow, I see is closed.
How do I know this?
There's a sign on the door.

Imagine if we could,
each and every day
for the rest of our lives,
know the events of tomorrow?

And, if what we saw we didn't like,
change it to something else?

However, if by seeing the future
you foresee making a change,
would that not in itself
leave you guessing
as to the future?
For, eventually,
by the time you changed the future,
it would already have become the present.

If true,
then thefuture is predictable -
just like my cappuccino -
and I look forward to it with relish
when, I guess, the shop will be open.