January ‘26

Let Tomorrow Purr

The fatigue accumulates

  looking for tomorrow in this moment.

I try to distract myself with

  whatever is at hand.

But I wake every day

  and find tomorrow waiting for me

like a kitten sitting on my head,

  staring at me when I open my eyes.

Feed me obsessive thoughts!

Pet me with your nervous strumming fingers!

Dangle that “What-if” toy so I can

  pounce on it over and over again.

Ugh!

Enough!

Go away!

But tomorrow does not slither away to a wide windowsill.

Time is unfolding at its own pace,

  a womb holding life

  gathering momentum

  hormones accumulating

  contraction building

  baby aligning

  body breathing, writhing.

The force that is tomorrow doesn’t walk away.

It is in me, an uncertain outcome.

It is a long haul which will not

  speed up if I clench my fist in frustration

  or furrow my eyebrows with determination.

I lift my forehead

  part my lips,

  curl the corners of my mouth,

  relax,

  allow,

  trust.

Tomorrow will be born.

This moment is not going nowhere -

  it leads me to the next.

The outcome will be born.

I’ll see the open door

  eventually.

Let tomorrow purr.