Recoloured day

I am speaking to the greyish future

and to what might be from these

seeds that are growing still from

what we are sowing, and to the

shape of things that might just

come, and to what will have to be.


I am shouting out to a world that

at the moment does not exist but

is racing towards me, and I can

see its shadows in my headlight



But its colours I will

not see, though I wonder what it

is that those who follow me will

make of this world when I am long

gone, and all I ever felt or dreamed

is buried in this recoloured day.