What did you expect
on your way to shared sanctuary today?
Did you expect to return unchanged?
The same as that earlier person
on your way?
What would be your purpose
for participating in this faithful revolution
with such slight anticipation?
What did you mean
when you said, about tomorrow,
It already is only the other side of this cameo-staged day?
The other side of yesterday
Each day as unique as fingerprints
worn down and raised up
pressed out to regrow in
harmed and healed
ridged and faded
miraculous unchanging change
and tomorrow’s seamless identity.
On your way up and out this morning,
did you truly expect to go to sleep tonight
the same person,
a day older
but probably not sufficiently wiser?
On your way to sleep tonight,
rooted in yesterday’s warm and cold experience,
why wouldn’t you expect to arise tomorrow
in the second half of this conscious time,
changed by dreams of risky adventures
in unchanging opportunistic sanctuary?
Anonymous personal expectation
for intimate political anticipation
Withdrawn from constant shadow
drawn toward changing light.