Sometimes you see a glimpse;
of the future
in the hands of a clock.

A moment from now,
in the shadows of the foreseen
it is vague and mysterical.

A memory of something
that has not yet passed
is scary but nice.

Sometimes I think
that I saw what lay before me
but then realised I was wrong.

My watch had stopped,
it broke when I dropped it
into the the puddles on my path.