Untitled (Man Reading Newspaper), by William Cumming What Is Yet to Come after Untitled (Man Reading Newspaper) by William Cumming A life, soul-sized, its boundaries uncertain the wind summons the future seeks guidance for the road ahead Holding the clouds in my hands I rest the swallow against my cheek and dream of the mountains murmuring answers I call out to the lone wolf, with his rhinestone-filled eyes: shine a light into the darkness, be my spirit angel The puzzle pieces remain scattered lessons pitter-patter on little feet through grass cool and dark while wisdom gallops away into the night