Gilded

It was gilded, golden. Shining in the sun.

Staring at me with bright, assessing eyes.

But there was a softness there I hadn’t seen.

If I reached out, I could almost touch it.

What would it be like to hold it in my hand?

To caress it like a lover? Coo at it like a child?

I recoiled in fear and turned my eyes downward.

Better to focus on the Present moment.

It made a noise, like an alarm sounding too early in the morning.

Ding, ding, ding.

Wasn’t it time yet?

The Future stared at me again.

“What are you waiting for?”