This is not a day
for thoughtful consideration.
This is a day for mechanics:
an arrow being notched
a trap door opened
a watch wound.

The planning has been done
but brains won’t function today
so now
we must rely on instinct,
on auto drive,
on computer assistance.

There is nothing left to do.
Today is for sands settling,
for chips falling,
for…
I got nothing.
Can somebody else find
some kind of an ending?