Look Upon

Afford me a comfortable
Place to sit. I am a body
Without a head–just torso
And limbs. A tree trunk
And branches in autumn–
No leaves to crown the canopy.

I am a head with no body.
The future is my home.
Its foyer is decorated
With photographs of what
Has gone. I look at them
And explain how I use
These images to foretell
What is to come.
I am inaccurate 70%
Of the time. I only see
What is in front of me.

I live in a house;
I’ve only seen one room.
I survive in a world
I had not dreamed.

Copyright 2012
A. J. Hayes
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