Fast Forward One Hundred Years

If what we spoke existed after us-

every phoneme flaring in fraught spirals

our voices turned votives: every hour

candling from windowsill to sea-

careful eyes veiling with cloud-threats,

throats gonging open vowels-

if one morning we witnessed neighbors

clambering over fields, enormous dogs

unleashed, upending clovers: Father

passing down decades of letters, weight

of scribbled envelopes in hand: if,

in that moment, we planed our heads back,

we’d find fortune in last casts of light: minds

steeled for coming years’ constellations-

weft and weight of dust, galloping mares,

birthed pups, maned foals, mother caught

in a warren of bees-tail twitching, fast

flag, hooved beauties beyond, testing legs-