'Tomorrow'

Who knows
if tomorrow

will sing a happy tune
and dance like there is no tomorrow

will swat invisible flies irritably
pounce on every innocuous earthworm

twiddle its thumbs idly
or flounce about busily

sit meekly with a finger on its lips
or plan devilish mischief

will spill and stain the day
or gather rainbow colours to adorn the day

will clatter in and out noisily
or curl up and snooze prettily

will snarl
or smile sweetly

will gather thorns
or rosebuds

will fancy an elegy
or a eulogy

will growl a fanged ‘hello’
or gift a honeyed ‘hello’

will stonify
or melt a heart

will wear a disfiguring frown
or a beatific smile

will cold-shoulder my dreams
or bless them

will bring charred images
or trick out the day with fresh ones

Whatever it does,
I must remember,
a lot depends on
how I prepare for,
and receive,
each tomorrow
today.