ESP

ESP

 

I wish I knew what hurtled in the fray

To land in words emerging in my say.

I can’t see ten seconds ahead to know

What I’ll speak and what I’ll leave below.

I long for a hint of clairvoyancy

To waft soft inklings of buoyancy –

 

It’ll lift my spirits, soothe my plumbing,

To know beforehand what’s coming.

A short-term early future-sight:

A moment before a dog will bite;

A sense that two cars will collide;

The whiff of an avalanche, about to slide.

 

Or in the mundane scrape of life against life

Where smaller calamities are rife,

When woe had hardly started yet

Before the sounds and ears had met,

I’d shave a blinksworth off a guess

And pluck quick thinking from the mess.

 

Just a slice of soonerness, a shred,

Not hours, years, lifetimes ahead.

Just to know my own intentions

In case there need be interventions.

 

But yearning for this cheatful grace

I only see its positive face.

To live with a constant foretold dose

Of every moment, shuved up close,

Is likely to prove a deadly weight

I’ll be crushed by, not defeating, fate.

All the more forlornly lost

Paying this extra-feature cost

Of watching what I knew would be

Unfolding still unstoppably.

 

So I think I’ll stick with the Now I know

Carrying memories in tow

And loose myself to the Present tide

As painful as it is to ride.