As I age, my future
(or at least my concept of a future)
fades.
My spiritual adviser
(I don’t have one)
is pleased since his teaching
denies the existence of a future.
My financial advisor
(I don’t have one of these either)
is displeased since his teaching
argues for an expensive future.
My dog
(I have one)
is neither pleased nor displeased
and in her silence,
dreams of a yard without squirrels.