Interstitial poem (a poem)

Slim pickings yesterday. Between the heat and general frustration with the course of the day, I wrote much less than usual…

Dramatic license gives me a reason to proceed
though I never know what’s coming up next

I hate living so deep in the unknown
but the mystery does keep things from getting dull

No time to worry about the universe expanding
all this clutter leaves no room for that sort of thing

What’s here right now defies explanation
there’s almost a comfort in indecision

(27 June 2015—posted June 28)