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.
