A brewing there is; it’s in the air,
Something unknown, something
Unwarranted, not guaranteed but
Certain all the same, something
Like tomorrows, which never
Ever come, at least not the way
We experience them in the thick
Of time, inside of it, surrounded
By it, time, that is, the same time
That convinces us that the present
Moment is all there isn’t, not
Like there’s a day or so, or more
Ahead like a y intersects an x, at
The axis, an infinite line projection
To somewhere, really nowhere
Except in the collective imagination
Of something coming and something
Going, as if it-they-we could do it,
Make time and space move us, move
Us toward that something’s arrival.
For it’s certainly coming, definitely
Here————————->.
In the gaze of the other 