The Future We Will Never See: A Reflective Poem on Mortality, Legacy, and Hope
What’s something you’d love to see in the future, but know you probably won’t live to witness? The Future We Will Never See There are morningswhen I stand near small unfinished things— a cracked bucket catching rainwater,paint peeling from balcony rails,the stubborn basil plant leaning toward traffic noise— and think about the futurethe way people think about distant countries: real enough…












