Hanging onto my hat I leap towards
my life’s next appointment not knowing
quite where or with whom figuring
I will recognize it when I get there
I will hear my name called
feel the rightness of the moment
and breathless with anticipation
jump to my feet holding out my
hopes and dreams like a sheaf
of papers in a folder.
Here, I will say. Take these.
I have another copy.
Party day for me and Most
is ready, enough is ready
that I can sit listening to
the creak of the house
with rain the far-off siren
my dogs’ sighing breaths
the melodious blue jay
the cogs of my brain turning
and connecting ticking off
what needs to be done
enjoying the thing of
anticipation
a lovely feeling marred
only by the terrible news
of a friend whose
anticipation
stops her cold
in her tracks.