We write dystopias
imagine ourselves
dark visionaries
We who warn
who see
in the seed
rot or
unfurling leaves

There is no such thing, of course
as a dark visionary
There is little power in
predicting gravity – more
in making the wind
on which feathers rise

We may hold a mirror to mankind
but any portrait, even the photograph
requires omission and thus admission
of light in dark, of
of the possibility
that the best really is
yet to come.