The Future Has To Be Shoved Out The Way So We Can Get Past

It’s not that it’s heavy
but it doesn’t have wheels

Wouldn’t it be great to cough up
not phlegm

but a barrowful of snowdrops?

Or a blister pack of soluble aspirin?

And wouldn’t it be great to find
warm pastries between your thighs

freshly risen, fluffy, light

(For hardly anything
is the moonlit dew
or the golden sap of the pine tree

Hardly anything

is the sound of Japanese grasses

or oxen lowing
in a half acre of field)

Tessa Berring