Clairvoyance

Have you seen yourself today? Not in the mirror, but from the corner of your mind’s eye. Just a glimpse, the you that is not you but might have been, the you that may be.

A checked cap, coat worn just so, and pink high heels under cascades of curled brown hair, leather bag, like a suitcase, authoritative, a businesswoman perhaps?

 Who can tell? At second glance clearly not, blond hair and plaid skirt, white with pink stripes, just another student on her way to class. Where could it have come from? Nay nay, pay no heed to such silliness, the half seen reflection in the window is far more real, though transparent as the glass itself. But then again, laughing in fresh green leaves and a black artist’s cap, smattered just so with careless speckles and splotches of paint and the velveteen dance pants, like new but older as they drink in the age long sun.         

            Again a phantom, in ten years maybe, or twenty but not now, maybe never.

            Perhaps at Delphi they have better luck than I. I do not know.

Little glimpses half remembered, half created, half begun.

I like to think that we have the choice. But who truly knows? The girl in the prom queen’s crown, and the one laden with readings never met past the pages of the mind, and yet they both exist, isolated and a part of every tiny interaction. Just as the senior in the gray school sweater never came, mine is blue, and my path more wandering than purposeful. But still it unravels, in each spare moment, tears its way through the planes towards my final destination.

You can see its passing in the wind, in the age long nodding of the trees.