A dozen dozen crystal balls
and not a one will tell us how
our story ends. Opaque as pearls,
they show us nothing of our world.
A dozen dozen crystal balls,
all of them unreadable.
And still we try. We want to know
just how the future will unfold.
Instead of crystal balls, my dear,
let’s try using a handheld mirror.
Or better yet, a windowed room.
Or better yet, some hiking shoes.
Let’s see what is unfolding now
and join it in its opening.
Already much more is possible
when we don’t know where we’re going.