is a funny thing, don't you think?

if Someday was an object,

it would be a fragile basket

into which we heap all of our hopes and dreams.

they are like precious stones,

each one heavier than the last,

and we throw all of them into this Someday.

someday I'll tell him how I feel.

we'll finally work out.

I'll get my degree.

I'll have the perfect child.

I'll buy that house in the country.

I'll be successful and happy.

for me, it's about finding my voice.

someday I'll tell him how much I've loved him.

I'll let him read what I've written.

I'll let the world read what I've written.

I think we don't realize sometimes how 

fragile our Someday basket is.

maybe it can't hold all of those heavy stones

of dreams, goals, hopes, ideals.

maybe some of those need to be transferred

to a different basket,

a sturdier one,

a basket labeled Now.