All at Once

Since hindsight

proved 20/20

I do the only sensible thing

–I schedule every yesterday

Plot and plan the past so meticulously

there’s hardly any conflict whatsoever

secure in the reality

that what’s next

–was.

.I never ruminate.

.nor muse in maudlin fashion.

.nor even wax nostalgic.

(for tomorrow)

–on events not passed

–opportune knocks untapped

–orations unuttered

all ready

–over–

which is itself, ever on the brink.

Gulping full-strength, preemptive aspirin

to prevent former headache,

I hoard the Present

like Grinch

–marking time

and a “to-done” list

(before the stain sets in)

–eager to

get back-to-back

chickenscratch

scored through.