Sunday, March 28, 2010


A small word, yet
composed of an infinite
number of minutes and
spoken so frequently
in daily conversation

What a host of tasks,
projects, and even dreams
are deferred to this
nebulous spot on the calendar

It's exact date
has never been fixed
It hovers somewhere
just beyond reach
bursting with a mixture
of promise and tedium

If everything goes as
planned, later will be
the busiest time of my life