(At the Threshold of) Tomorrow [reWrite]

for Langston Hughes & Barack Obama

“A new dream flames
 Against the
 Sun!”

as i
look & listen
for  lightning and thunder
and sniff the air for the scent
of rain,

avoiding
the torture
of a scorcher, at least
mentally. the fabric of the
future

looms in
the moans & sighs
of the figures of plain
speech, saluting the point of no
return

to
ignorance lost,
as today waits (till world’s end)
for change to come as a friend
who knows

the ledge
etched in steps ahead
of roads scholars humming a new world
symphony

musing
time, as it races
to emit the unspoken
heard of voices seen in not so
distant

dreams
keen to the seeds
of synchronicity shed
in infinite tides of light
meant

to extol
the untold souls
of our humble giants,
at the threshold of tomorrow.