Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
— William Butler Yeats
I am foreseeing things
You are foreseeing things
Who is ahead?
My back to the past
My forehead to the future
I am facing my heart
My head is full with
Both the best and the worst cases
A new scenario unfolds
You are afraid to die
From fear of dying from fear
Alone in your head
Meditating, you think
You are getting prepared
To live in the moment
I must prepare to write
A poem, I thought
But it was already finished
* Those are a few notes — micropoetry style — on the idea of preparation, which is dVerse Poets Pub‘s theme for today. I borrowed the quote from them, and it inspired me to write about the — sometimes — foolish nature of preparation.
And for those of you who read French or like beautiful objects, please check out my offer — it lasts until the end of the world, due Dec. 21st. *
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