January 30th: Maybe

Jotting down notes
while plans are up in the air
ready to drop and land on my head
"BONK!"

I feel wavering "yes"es fall around me
and splash into growing puddles of "maybe"s
forming beneath my feet

only

I sink like a boat struggling
on its final voyage
in a sea of "no"s
that drown those
once-so-sure plans
in the darkest depths of
unpromised tomorrows