Many Futures

I had a crystal ball.
Oh, the many futures it told
As I held it
In the palm of my hand.

Lying on grass, eyes shut, overhearing distant laughter.
Two uneven stone paths.
Unexpected generosity.
A room, in a house, in a city, snuggled under fresh blankets.
Catching a bus to an unfamiliar destination.
Love, unyielding.
Silver stars in a dark purple sky.
Lemonade bubbles exploding like fireworks on my tongue.
An end to war.
More.

I put down the crystal ball.
My parents said it was a broken snow globe,
But I knew better.