Thor, the Norse God of Thunder, had a hammer named Mjölnir. Mjölnir was considered a fierce weapon that could level mountains and summon lightning with every blow. In this poetry blog, every Thursday, (Thor’s Day), Mjölnir will forge only song - sing of the mysteries and beauties of the world.

Thursday, June 8, 2017

THE FUTURE

It begins
as a distant speck
on the horizon,
like a Bedouin
from a haboob.
As it gets closer
it turns into an oasis
that offers up
its clear water
and verdant leaves
as shade.
By the time it is upon you
it is a village jubilee
that welcomes you into
its pulse and throb,
like the prodigal son
just come home.

This is your future
we are talking about.
The very one you are
attracting right now
with every thought,
every breath,
every word you speak.
It is like a dear friend
who, in transit, will text you
and say:
I’ll be there soon.
Tell me again…
was it a banquet you wanted
or Chinese take out?

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