I’m gonna write me a letter
and mail it to myself.
Paint me a painting
and put it on the shelf.
Talk to my future
as though I’m talking back,
so I never feel stuck
on a one-way track.
Yes, I channel the future
and my alternate planes.
Comfort all my pasts
to get me though my pains.
I sit in circle stillness
and communicate in rhyme,
with my board of directors,
in and out of time.
Newfound Lake,
7/25