An Ode to Tomorrow

Tomorrow. You fill me, like lemonade, with sparkling energy, geometric hopes that dull over hours of patient waiting; your light touch absorbs me like a chanced dance with the moon; you are turmoil amongst my ruffled minds; you disturb me like wind in the washing; you show me peeks of a world through a misting eyelid; you share photographs tinted from sun, preparing me for tomorrow, tomorrow’s black veils and whitened flowers that drown me in a sepia world, their world, the world of tomorrow, just out of reach until today.