Someday does not arrive with fanfare.

It does not arrive with trumpets,
with high-stepping horses
and ticker tape raining down.
Someday does not announce itself.

Someday does not mark itself
with a large red X on your calendar.
It does not ask if you can fit it in
between Hair Appointment, 10:30 a.m.,
and Job Interview DON’T BE LATE,
it does not care
if this is a busy week
and you really just don’t have the time.

Someday slinks.
Someday creeps
Someday knocks on your door,
unexpected, when the house is a mess
and you are hungover
and when it does,
you must give it
your full attention.

This poem was originally published under the pen name Gabriel Gadfly.
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