What might this breaking day hold?
Certainly some sort of conundrum
perhaps a story or two
with what might possibly be
a heartbreaking conclusion.
A quick flash of realization
followed without fail byÂ
perseveration upon its finer points.
A sudden inner voyage prompted by
an old worn suitcase
picture of a boat
smell of cedar
title of a book
notes of a song.
Most likely all of these
will write themselves at random
and without warning upon
the unwritten agenda of this dayÂ
for that is the Way Things AreÂ
and the way they will remainÂ
forever and ever world without end. Â
Amen.Â
