disasters that didn’t happen

so close to the goal
he dreams it all goes wrong
every way at once

yes, you might drop
your book in the drink
keel over, tumble straight off the dock
forget your name and what you’re here for –
things do happen
plans do change
but as Bryson likes to say
most days nothing erupts
you don’t drift out into space
lightning doesn’t crisp your brow

the pit in your stomach
won’t better your odds
no matter how much of your day
it consumes

welcome to the unknowable,
& the relief of trusting
you’ll see your way through
each lovely disaster that unfolds