There’s so little TBD in life.
The job, the kids, the shopping, the laundry,
The bills, the yard,
Even the dog, maybe especially.
Life’s version of dutifully playing the notes,
Line after line, noting the dynamics, the accents,
When to crescendo, forte, pianissimo, accents, legato.
The TBD lies in getting a babysitter and having no plans, leaving
The refrigerator empty and buying more underwear.
After you hide your music under the rug,
Pick up your flute or your life and play
To the world, embrace the missed notes,
Stand in front of the world and wing it.