The Project

You combine and recombine
What you know to imagine
What you can’t. A day begins

In the dark of calendars.
You project coming events.
Whatever metaphysics,

Whatever your religion,
You think about what you’ll do,
In accordance or despite.

You can count on a few things—
Boring or bizarre, this day
Will keep going to the end.

If you live, you will have more
To remember and forget,
To recombine. Imagine.