Tomorrow

Settling into the deep 

of dusk, like an easing 

of self, like a forgiveness 

of all we said or didn’t say, 

like one more chance

to make amends —

a reprieve, a pardon, a release

until tomorrow.

I recall one still moment

in the busyness of hours

when my only concern

was capturing a photo

of a fuzzy bee, that image

becomes my grounding,

and I can let the whole

day wash over me,

remember I’m a work

in progress, and just like

that sweet, little,

diligent bumble, I pray 

to be a better doer 

tomorrow.

—C.L. Fisher, August 2020

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