The Mediterranean meal you have eaten
does not agree with you.
It attacks before dawn
dividing your forces
keeping your resources at bay
well into the day.

You are unprepared
for what is to come
but then again
you are rarely prepared
for what is to come.

Today
the afternoon promises heavy winds
but there is a chill running through you
that you didn’t anticipate.

You shudder often
and you find yourself afraid
without knowing why.

Without clear reason, you sigh.
You sense a premonition
that you might die
so with no destination
your spirit may fly.

For this, you are unprepared
but then again
you are rarely prepared

for what is to come.

There is no future you know to anticipate,
no date for which you understand to wait.

The times may be changing,
but their range is beyond your ken.
The bend of upcoming currents

may wend any which way,
traversing varied paths.

You don’t know what’s coming.
You don’t know how to ask.

You are unprepared
for what is to come.
You have never been prepared
for what is coming.
Why should this time
be any different?