October 2024 Flash Lit 8:2 - On Tippy Toe

On Tippy Toe

It can’t be done.

No amount of jostling

the shoulders of the crowd,

no standing on tiptoe

to peek over the fence,

no divination

with orbs or bones

or coffee grounds

will give a real glimpse.

There is no map

because no one has walked

its twisting ways.

 

The only way

to see the future

is to let it come,

both bold and shy,

hopping like

a little brown bird

into the present.