We speak of the future. Quite a lot, actually.
He dreams up its walls and stairs and chambers that would hold our joy and give space to our imagination. I, in turn, paint and furnish them in soft hues of love and peace and contentment to show that we have arrived. And then we wait for it to materialize, bottling up all our happiness for when we can finally set it free. There. Then.
And now? Now is for waiting.
postponed happiness
the future will build the walls
that our dream foretells
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R.I. Károly
R. I. Károly is a Hungarian author currently based in Germany. Her work explores both poetry and prose in both Hungarian and English.
Her haiku chapbook "We Fall Through" can be purchased as ebook here.
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