it will be very tiresome,
it will take days to boil tree sap into glue,
when our shoes fall apart
and must be bound, again.
it will take weeks to hear news,
the trip to Vancouver will require
navigating a criss-cross of incomplete highways –
flat track switchbacks
we will be surprised how few can openers there are,
in the future.
we will spend minutes, perhaps seven,
cutting our way into a can of black beans or tomato paste
the future will be thick as mud,
our tasks heavy