today
better prepared
for tomorrow
than yesterday I was
for today
because yesterday
for today
there had been an expectation
of something
which, in the end, threw everything;
now, today,
expecting tomorrow,
I do not expect something
nor do I expect nothing
but I expect that
even this expectation of neither
will be wrong
and yet somehow also right
but in such a way that it will have been wrong, nevertheless
and even then, on top of that and/or below it,
third-order,
such being-wrong-about-being-right-about-being-wrong
also being
not quite right nor quite wrong either
and so on
to fourth order
and fifth
and on
and on
until the day has gone and what it actually was will have been
which probably not much more than the affected expectation of a tomorrow ever postponed by its being expected per se
and probably a lot more than that, too
probably in such particular amounts of right and wrong that it and us will never quite be settled
and so that, for us, tomorrow, which must be expected, always expected, is still, in-the-making, on its way to us,
as we, same-way, on our way to it via an errant program of expectations
it being, at last in part, the remaking of those expectations about itself
guaranteeing that tomorrow will ever be in such a way that it will never be –
that is,
the total connectedness of the disjointure;
indeed, it now seems to me, this neither and both stands a much better preparation
for tomorrow
than yesterday’s had been
for today
having been thrown off by the unexpected problem
of expecting the problem of expectation per se.