prediction

I stopped and tried to predict my next apprehension
you my mother my father my childhood
what is gone what never was what still could be
the wet grass in the morning the movement
from wave to particle from acorn to oak tree
from potentiality to actuality and the inevitability
of death the taste of wine the smell of garlic the breath
of the cosmos filling my lungs and the inevitability
of life my mind whirling not as engine but as transceiver
yet it delayed itself hid itself from me and when it arrived
was nothing like anything

Jacob Friesenhahn teaches Religious Studies and Philosophy at Our Lady of the Lake University in San Antonio.