Summary

The author, Jenny Lane, expresses her thoughts and emotions through a poetic narrative about love, freedom, and connection.

Abstract

In "The Future Can Be Yesterday, Again," the author paints a vivid picture of a profound connection between two individuals, using metaphorical language to describe their interactions and emotions. The narrative revolves around themes of love, freedom, and the desire for a deeper connection, with the author exploring the idea that the past and future can intertwine.

Opinions

The author believes in the power of love and connection to transcend time and space.
The author emphasizes the beauty of individuality and personal freedom, as well as the importance of respecting and understanding one's own and others' needs and wants.
The author suggests that a deep connection between two individuals can lead to a transformative experience, as their combined energy can create a ripple effect that impacts the world around them.
The author implies that the past and future are not necessarily separate entities but can intersect and influence each other, creating a sense of continuity and unity.
The author hints at the idea that even when faced with constraints or limitations, one can find ways to connect with others and experience a sense of freedom and fulfillment.

The Future Can Be Yesterday, Again

My fingernails twist at the knot that binds your being. Frayed pieces of rope fall to the ground. Almost. I’ve always been good at undoing knots. There.

Your arms float to your side and your fingers try to thank me before your slippery lips can.

How many times do you have to find you to find love?

I blur past your hyperactive creativity as it sparkles and pops beside my ears. Simply beautiful.

You sweep your arm large as if you were carrying armfuls of cornstalks, centering my escape. Your indigo purpose almost comes between us.

Catch me focused or I’ll fly away.

You stand in the middle of the field, imprinted of a language long lost and wonder if your sparks could set this field ablaze. It’s impossible to ask. It’s impossible to think. Not yet.

In the middle of the day your shadow always stays under your future.

There are no clouds on the horizon that shine blue from yesterday and the day before. Perhaps someone has them under glass.

I sigh at your freedom. Your fingers respond, wrap around my side, pinky, ring, middle, pointer and your thumb fit right in the spot that is yours and yours alone. The pressure reminds me of our reality, pressed deep.

My inertia always stops when yours crisscrosses mine. Feel me. We stand in the middle of the field. A soul without a need and a soul without a want.

Ideas of hope, mingle with the oxygen.

And my mind asks my body if this tingly feeling I have is your being filtering through mine.

If only we could harness it and hand shake it over the earth so that it would grow anew every year.

You smile, I look and laugh and it combusts, our energy setting it off like an electromagnetic pulse, rippling into tomorrow.

The sky waves, the ground feels so empty under our feet, it being so earth, follows suit.

Your hand doesn’t move a millimeter. Closer.

The whole world rumbles as the blue layers of sky fall upon our conversation as we whisper the secrets of life.

Even though I know your arms are tied to your post there, I can always hear you calling. The next time adjust the sharpness, tinker the space between and I’ll come running to untie your now, so that the future can be yesterday, again.

Jenny Lane