Tomorrow I'll be ready
to attack the tasks at hand,
jaw set, mind sure.
Tonight I will be frightened.
Tomorrow I would gladly
board a submarine, float
under darkness, sounding depths,
negotiating canyons.
Tonight under a single lamp,
all the hands of fear flutter
like a deck of cards cast
overboard from a broken boat.
hans ostrom 2021
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