by
J. J. Steinfeld
I
thought today
would
have the same
rhythms
and definitions
the
customary shapes
and
trickery that most
other
days have as they
snarl
and growl at me
days
like intractable animals
but
I am wrong for today
I
turned into something
no
one would have guessed
in
a million days of guessing
and
while the rhythms
and
trickery of the change
are
somewhat under control
I
am still searching
for
a new definition.