End of day six
with one in between.
I wonder what the next day
(tomorrow) will bring?
Plant a fake garden
a seed maybe unseen
I wonder what tomorrow
(or the next day) will bring?
A pretty plastic spinner
that catches the light
of the life that I might
borrow from tomorrow
to pay yesterday’s price
But yesterday is gone
and tomorrow in front
of me beckons
wonder and doubt.
I wonder who I am
I wonder where I will land.
I wander always
in my own wanderland.