Contour

Beyond the
seeable.
It awaits.
Around
the bend
it hides,
plotting.
Over the
horizon
the trend
disappears,
where
unknowable
resides.
Today,
not
guaranteeing
tomorrow,
not
resembling
the soon
to be.
Travels toward
whistling.
Uncertain
existence,
reality, hangs
in the
balance.
The farther
along the
the quicker
the pace.
The larger the
uncertainty.
The future
beckons.
Increasingly not
mirroring
the here
and now.
Just
around the
corner
and up
the road.
The unknown
contour of
destiny’s
reality,
waiting to
embrace.