The Future Only Calls But Doesn’t Answer

The subject of continuity
is what comes back the most 

now—a complexity of thoughts
branching from the tiniest 

node, like a plant whose name 
I didn't know at first, but 

whose growing shape 
has made  itself familiar. At first 

the idea of it, the feeling
of it, curled slight as a pliant red

lucky fish on my palm. Then It flipped
on its side when I spoke to it.