Who’s to Know Nowadays?

Who’s to Know Nowadays?

On a seemingly minute by minute basis I wait, every hour of every day of every week of every year of every decade, perhaps of every century (who’s to know nowadays) for something, I know not what.

A special message, unique and life changing, shifting the currents in which I’ve swum for, … well, perhaps forever, or for at least as long as I’ve been around during this incarnation.

Sometimes I think it’s come, sometimes, distracted for the nonce, I sense a change in my direction, sometimes I feel as if I’ve been transported elsewhere, or perhaps, else-when, but till now, it’s always been illusion, or at least that’s what I think it’s been.

My world has seemingly always been the same, precarious, on the brink, predictable only in its lack of justice, the absence of efficiency, the pervasive absence of honesty, but just around the corner I’ve always sensed the hint of something better, caught a glimpse of a shadow cast by hope, and so, … I keep waiting, listening for optimistic echoes.

Minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day, week by week, month by month, year by year, perhaps, century by century (who’s to know nowadays).
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© Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2014; all rights reserved

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