On the Eve of Something

We’re always on the eve of something

always

about to begin

always building anticipation

for the moment

that will save us

from disappointment

from whatever feeling

we feel

we must escape

But there is no escape

from your life

It’s a blast of water

when you expected a trickle

It’s clumps of dirt

when you expected fine, iridescent sand

So we create the eve of something

to mold our anticipation

into an ephemeral illusion of control

more beautiful

than the unknowns we love to hate