Hours Before
blank pages
and superstitions
i always know the mistake
i’m about to make.
i think about it
deeply.
i decide against it
and do it anyway.
i’m sure
i’m not the only one.
i am no match
for myself
or my superb ability
to reason.
i am a creature confused
hungry
preparing for winter
forever and always.
searching for what’s warm
and abundant
in my dreams.
it’s time again –
time to know
i’m wrong.
and woefully committed
to not changing
course.
in the midwest,
seasons fade
every day.
