Tomorrow I will grade. 
Tomorrow I will go to the drug store. 
Tomorrow I will shower and dress and walk around on my feet as though I know what they are for. 
Tomorrow I will laugh when I hear something funny. 
Tomorrow I’ll make love, write cheerful Christmas cards, post something meaningful to my blog. 
Tomorrow I’ll find God, or she’ll find and fix my me.
Tomorrow I’ll realize my me is fine maybe today maybe
yesterday was alive yelling
“Fire!” in her own crowded
building because something
was wrong that wasn’t 
her but at her near
her on her mind her
heart her placement in the where 
of all her time. But tomorrow I will 
open, be, and savor will for
breathing in my life and
with me seeing
keep today.