MUSED Literary Magazine.
Poetry

Past/Future

Nicole Long

Careful, now, the past is accruing
More than the future,
A slingshot being stretched back
To its limit,
To the point of elastic shock,
And what will happen when
It reaches critical mass?
You old ones, whatís it like?
Monumental pasts, a future of inches
And specks and motes?
Letís say itís like mercury
Rising into the zone of fever,
Nothing normal there,
And the other way is cold, cold.
Got to maintain equilibrium
In your mind, thatís all,
In your mind . . .
Because thatís the only place
It exists and has ever existed
And will ever existó
Even if itís no longer your mind.