History suggests
that now is the
time. Now is
where the me
of the future
will focus his
gaze in order
to see me.
I’ll be using
instruments
with the latest
technology,
along with
all of the
focus I can
muster, just
to hone in to
me now. In
order, that is,
to determine
how on- or
off-course
the future
me is. This
will most hope-
fully arm him
(the future me)
with whatever we
need to adjust
our course
accordingly.
Should I make
this place bright,
go find a spotlight
to stand underneath?
Should I make a big
mess so I’m easy
to find or slyly
hide my exact
coordinates
somewhere I
am sure that I
will find when
the time arrives;
that best moment
to come in which
now can most
possibly become
impactful? But.
Might I even offer
a clue at all as to
whether I'm going
the right way, or
whether, instead,
I have ventured
wildly astray?
It just seems
to me that I
could not even
possibly offer
the tiniest clue
to the me of
the future as
to whether
either of us
is aiming in
any way at
the place we
hoped to live
to see – and, if
not – how might
poor pitiable me
of now hold the
key to finding
which way that
would be? What
help might I
give so that
an even elder
me might final-
ly arrive? Why,
given the me of
now, should I
even think it
a chance
there’d be a
future me?
This is a bit
of a quandary,
and one that
appears as
urgent as it
is hopeless.
Time is of the
essence, they
say. But given
how far off course
we’ve sure to have
drifted, thanks esp-
ecially to me, and
the lousy timing
of my recent
unexpected
detours, will
it even matter
if I am found?
Will there even
be a me that
repeats the
same exercise
that the me
of times past
and future (?)
have been so
meticulous to
repeat (but how
long this repeti-
tion), now that
I have proven
wisdom and
maturity irrel-
evant when it
comes to the
pie in the sky
notion that
life is best
experienced
as a quest for
paradise? That
age makes the
human? That
the best years
in life are, stat-
istically speaking,
yet to come? Or
did I have it wrong
all along? Am I
following this
inherent / in-
determinate
map toward
an impossible
nirvana? One
that I never
shall, in this
incarnation,
see? For
what great
fete befits
this existence,
a journey or
a destination?
I suppose I’d
better quickly
make my mark
as pronounced
as I can. Because
on the whole, I’d rather
give us all a chance
to see. Hello out
there! I hope you
can find me! Here
I am. Hey! If
you’re out there
can you please
look at me!
