Tomorrow’s Child

You are tomorrow’s child.

You stand against the wall

of a room

filled to the brim

with reckless joy.

You

are present

and absent,

both at once.

The warm breeze collects into a wall of ice

and you think it would be nice

to be a child of the moment.

This one, right here, will do.

As you shiver

to a rhythm

no one else seems to hear

you hope it will be warm again soon.

But you know

that you must wait

until tomorrow

to find out.