Calendars Do Not Hold Fortunes
One day you’re old and thankful. One day
you’re buying a ukulele and searching
for your favorite pen, a notebook. One day,
you scream at another driver. One day
you open the jewelry box to find the ring
you thought you lost. One day
the ring is God. One day, fear. One day
there’s a knock on the door—a delivery of flowers,
your lost dog is found. One day a friend asks
how she can help. One day A Streetcar
Named Desire, a glass of wine, and a breakdown.
One day you lean too close
to the stranger on your left. One day
you drop your keys in a parking lot, one day
you pray everyone makes it home safely.
One day the biopsy is cancerous, one day,
but not today.