In the future, I hope I will say—
do not waste
your time on me right now.
I believe
in too many
plain and definite things,
such as whiteness
and eclipses
Japan
and snow,
grace,
second chances,
green apples
and thermodynamics—
but luckily, also
that no one
is one way
all of the time,
that most things
don't work (are reassuringly frustrating),
that there's no ideas
but in things, but
there's no things
but in experiences;
so please,
just walk away.
Come back
and read instead
the poem
I write tomorrow;
it'll have plenty
of holes and controversy
and demurrals.
Tomorrow's poem
will be full of suspicion,
mistrust
and indecision, but—unfortunately,
I've got nothing
but answers on
offer today.
