My agenda, and I do have one,
Always is set the night before.
In the mid-night, I search my mind,
Sorting out the things to do
That will order my life, a little.
The list grows long, but possible,
I'm impatient for day to break
So I can start the process--
Make that call, update my files,
Clean this, shop for that,
Throw something away,
Pack something else for another time---
And here's where plans go awry:
Too early in the week to call,
Or too early in the day,
Too near lunchtime, then closing time.
Too chilly inside yet to shower,
Too chilly to go outside yet.
A box of letters or photos, or personal papers
Too difficult yet to go through.
I check my calendar---days unblocked,
Plenty of time later, so it seems.
I begin to plan, sort of,
For still another day--Hurry sunset,
So a new day can begin.
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