When I woke up
I knew what the day would bring
and had a good sense
as to what the next few years
would be like.
I had reasonable expectations
of what was to come.

By mid-day, little had changed.
I maintained certain beliefs
about the world around me,
local and ethereal.

In the evening
the tenor had shifted
and many of my assumptions
were being blasted into absence.

I went to bed
unsure of how the next day would go
or any of the many others to follow.

I felt tenuous
not tenacious.
I felt disconnected from history
and the future.
I felt like I didn’t know at all
what to expect,
what was to come
and maybe
it is in that way
that I began to live more truly.