“Calendar,” New Era, Aug. 1994, 27
Calendar
Looking forward
into the mirror,
I see the calendar—
days behind me.
I turn and lift its pages,
Pictures of
all places to which I’ve never been.
My eye in wonderment drawn to
the black lines
which frame
the white rows,
as if they
contain my life,
holding the past, and waiting
ahead for me to fill.