Do you ever think about what future generations will think as they read what you write today? I took that question and wrote a poem to my future readers.
This is christyb, inviting you to let your mind wander with the wind as it answers questions. This is christyb, on a windy afternoon in Victoria, BC, Canada.
To Future Readers
The wind teases my skin.
Crisp air brushes against my fingers
That move with greed across the keyboard
To create new combinations of words that will
Hold me in place of a warm body.
My comfort is the future,
The images of readers who feel the depth of
My words, who wrap the
Thick metaphors around themselves
Until they are able to verbalize their troubles.
I long for the words I can to heal someone else.
I hope pages of words share a wall with
Hooks for keys that fit
Doors for readers; may their eyes
Open with certainty and confidence.
I hope to be certain in my confidence.
To the minds unborn,
May you sleep well with my words.
My sweaty fingers crave more wind.
©2013 Christy Birmingham