Future's
a butterfly
flits with gossamer wings
dreamed by caterpillar's hopes
in past.

In past,
unaware of its
future, caterpillars
slide nonchalant, foraging their
present.

Present,
hangs in limbo
A chrysalis at rest,
breaking free, to spread its wings as
future. 

This is my first submission for the PoetsPub contest for May Week 3-4, where we had write a three stanza Cinquain chain, and include the word future in each stanza.