Pandora’s box
did not
come with explicit enough
instructions.
Read it cover-to-cover:
three pages,
two words,
“hang on.”
Goddamn it.
I try – and fail – to not overthink it.
The sky is red again today.
But I know that
right as I’m about to crack,
I will break through.
Sure enough,
it all cleared up.
Time for a change in direction!
Cassandra pleads with me
not to go through with it.
Lays out every uncomfortable truth
about
what I’ve done and yet to do
in immaculate detail.
What is certain to
occur, in divine mathematically-precise
tea-leaf readings.
I can only doubt her.
Spent the next few days
on fool’s errands,
running directly into
the current,
asking every one going the opposite
way “how about that weather,”
and they smile and nod,
going about their day.
I never saw it coming.
The File Pile 