We think we can predict,
what tomorrow will bring.
That what is familiar will still surround us.
We expect familiar smiles,
and voices on which we depend.
We use the yardstick of what has been
to stretch into the future.
No one’s story can make us believe,
that we will not always be cushioned by what we anticipate.
It’s only in that strange moment,
the one that departs and splits away from our world,
and remakes us,
that we see and know how quickly in a shimmering that everything is changed.
from Explanations 2008
© Copyright Evelyn Klebert