I don't know...
I know the things I want in life
I want a family
I want to open a bakery
I want to be a grandparent
die old, retired, and happy

But I don't know
I don't know if I'll get married
and if I do get married
I don't know if I'll get divorced
or have children
or be able to open my bakery

For all I know
I could die young
I may not fall in love again
Or maybe I will fall in love
but be barren and not be able to have kids

There is beauty in the unknown
there is also a ton of anxiety
but beautiful in that your life could be anything
no matter what plans you have
no matter how determined you are
no matter what means you come from
life is spontaneous and unpredictable
like New England weather
or a cat -
no one knows what cats are up to...
they are

Unpredictable and subject to change
No matter what we want we need to be pliable
and ready for change when it hits
because it will happen to us
we will be given something unexpected
and we will have to mold and adapt

I'm learning this the older I get
I don't know how my life will end up
I could die today
or in 50 years, there's no way of knowing
so I don't know
I guess I just have to keep hoping my plans
come to fruition but I don't know if they will
and it worries me
just because the unknown is beautiful
don't make it any less scary
and I'm scared
simply because
I don't know.

Hello Poetry,
It's been a while.
Thought I would
Write you a note
and let you know
that I'm doing fine.
Work is still crazy
But my friends are good
and my family is good
so I can't complain really.
I hope you are well and
that you keep inspiring people.
I know you are, it's your
essence and I'm proud of you.
Keep doing your wonderful work.
Call me sometime,
We'll get lunch.

I have so much work to do
And yet I sit here
At my desk
With my email opened
with new emails pouring in
with my to-do list growing
with clients getting impatient
with managers getting frustrated
and I sit here
and I write poems
that only a handful of people will read
and still...
I get more satisfaction
from a trending poem
than I ever had
from doing well at work
perhaps I am in the wrong profession...
but I'm not an excellent writer
my poems will most likely
never be published
I will undoubtedly
write a book
and never have it published
I can't leave this job
with what little money I have
To pursue a dream that
might not come true
Not in this economy...
It's sad, really
how hard it is to follow your dreams
But I will still try
I will sit at my desk and write
and hope I don't get fired
so maybe one day
I can quit
and pursue what makes me happy
and satisfied
creativity and tea
Wish me luck