Sometimes I wish I knew what lay ahead —
What will each new tomorrow bring my way?
Why must I always feel so in the dark?
Or, at the very least, so in the gray?
But, if, one day walking, I should chance
To find a crystal ball that could reveal
My future with one touch, one glance –
Would I dare to look, its prophesies unseal?
Indeed my trembling hand would rise, extend —
Heart-pounding in my breast – loud, hard, fast —
And yet a greater force would apprehend
And stop me seeking this, my own forecast.
For the newness of each day and its unknowns
Are gifts. Yes, they are treasures, don’t you see?
Every day is its own celebration
Full of presents* to be unwrapped by me.
Man is from Ox-Cart Man by Donald Hall, illustrated by Barbara Cooney
Crystal ball from The Mapmaker’s Daughter by M. C. Helldorfer, illustrated by Jonathan Hunt
Background from The Little Old Lady Who Was Not Afraid of Anything by Linda William, illustrated by Megan Lloyd
Not sure where the building is from
5 thoughts on “U is for Unknown”
I love this poem!
Love how you ended the poem. Clever twist on words. Every day is the present worth celebration. Each moment is unique and usually comes by once, so live in the now and live it. When we are more positive, we learn to appreciate what we have and come to be a bit more spirited about what comes our way 🙂
Enjoyed reading this poem! Indeed life wouldn’t be as interesting if we knew what was coming.
Celebrating ‘Women & their work’ all April @NamySaysSo: Ugly duckling retold
I don’t think I would look.
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