I thought I knew the plans for several days
ahead, but recent circumstances threw
a curve I can’t avoid, to skew my ways.
I thought I knew.

I’ll travel home. The acts that then ensue
depend on what a hospital conveys.
Already I detect a different view

of Tuesday, maybe Wednesday, with displays
of alternate environments. I’ll do
what needs, with turn of mind to reappraise.
I thought I knew.