we were
all wrong about it—
overly
dramatic,
or else,
too clever by two-
over-half.
Maybe it's not all over
(that's too climactic).
Maybe, instead, it's
the 1st of Never
on the calendar—
at last
that day has dawned
which will not ever set.
But we are so used
to the practice
of patience—
of just hanging on
and staying
strong til tomorrow—
that we're all too contented
to sit
and to wait
even though it's getting
awfully late—
or should be,
anyway.