Tomorrow

 

Tomorrow is creative;

I can be its creator.

No, not by making it;

that belongs to The creator

 

No, I can shape tomorrow

mould it, shape it

like a potter.

Tomorrow is clay in my hands;

what shape will it be?

 

It could just be a floppy lump,

all I need do is nothing.

Or it could be a fashioned vase

a graceful picture,

if I shape it

 

Perhaps it will take practice;

only let me begin to try

then each next will be purer

than every before