In these eyes, either
mist or mystique
but not both:
either tears or a veil,
blurred vision or second sight.
You ask how those modes
cannot stretch to include one another?
Can you not cry while seeing the future?
In response, I turn from you
and refuse to answer.
I cried myself out about the future
long ago; if I cry now, it is only because
of the moment’s touch upon me.
I cannot allow myself the luxury
of pre-mourning that which I foresee;
there is too much to be done before then.