Yesterday there was a whole bunch of stuff to ponder: How notebooks of various sizes hold writing on the walls. And how stores no longer carry what I most treasure. I have often asked, When do you expect more in? Knowing that the form of the next several days Of my life depends upon the answer I receive. Holding little confidence in the word "should" Is something I learned in childhood though Now I often dare to peek around corners at dawn. And there, standing alone with arms spread wide, Is the one who started the divine and holy madness Where I am asked to step into that difficult place.