Sunday, February 20, 2022

Not Today


DISAPPOINTMENT 

is born in the dust of expectations.

Am I capable of leaning 

(at least a little)

into every moment

just as it comes….


Rather than padding 

my coffers 

with a volatile kindling of anticipation….


I mean-


If I were to stop 

filling my calendar 

with comfort-


In the form 

of a straight line

of unrealistic expectations….


is there still room for hope?

 

It seems unlikely today. 

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