Today, like all days
will unfold, slowly,
revealing the present
as we move through the world.
Our past pains
will come with us,
if we choose to bring them,
and all we carry informs our next move.
The future cannot
be known to us
but can be sensed,
like the sweet smell of coming rain
or the cold chill of coming danger.
to reason with the future
will only yield anxiety
and disconnect from your senses.
and know your feelings.
Set down what no longer guides you well
and step forward, boldly, into the unknowable future.
This poem was posted for the previous week’s poetry prompt, Intuition.