The Future Will Not Know
Cypress, CA
2022, Senior, Poetry & Spoken Word
My mother always was a good liar
she speaks of oceans once being full of color and full of life
before they became bleak
before they became despondent
she talks about how the rain never burned if you stared up into the dark sky
she talks about how the luscious blue grass was always ready to be rolled in
talks about how the sky was clear and purple behind all the smog
she goes on and on about the cool, breezy afternoons of Winter
my mother is a fantastic storyteller
she mimics the moans of the whale, the creature with big eyes and seven legs covered in suction
she mocks the growl of the shark, the creature with the orange and white and black stripes
she imitates the squeaks of the dolphin, the creature with long, sharp teeth and a single glowing
light
she emits the sound of life, and if I know any better
my mother is a fantastic imitator
“The world was a fantastic place to live in,” she would say
but I know she knows nothing of the world she speaks of
her words would become airy, her head would turn to the left
her body would become rigid, she’d hold her slight cleft
I know my mother
I know she lies, she tells, and she mimics because just like us, she has dreams
though the oceans are now dead, dull, and undiversified
My mother always was a good dreamer
Reflection
Reflection
My message to the readers of my poem is that the actions one makes now has consequences in the future. The future will not look the same as it does now, but it's up to us whether that future is for the better or for the worse.