I’ve piled onto tomorrow
a heaping mound
of wishes and hopes
it would be a miracle indeed
if tomorrow ever managed to arrive
it’s buried so deep
under my expectations
burdened with my need
to redeem the loss I perceive in today
how did I come to live my life this way?
the now hocked for a vain
chance that a future now
will remake the past
into something I will accept—
will have accepted
my gerbil mind spins
this mad wheel
in quotidian, frenetic desperation
certain that one more turn
will solve the riddle
plug the hole in my wholeness