Expectations 

None of this is quite as we expected,
yet we cannot resist the urge to wonder
how tomorrow may hatch something unprotected,
and what was taken from today, we ponder.
You once thought you knew who you’d follow.
You once thought you knew how to succeed.
But given extra time, you just walk about and wallow,
searching between land and sky for the need.
All of this is out of your control now –
there’s no chance of stopping the rain.
You can change your dress and take a bow,
but you’re still on in the next refrain.
Is this anywhere near where you thought you would be
when you jumped ship and floated to sea?

~ Megan M. Codera

*NaPoWriMo poem prompt for Day 23: the sonnet.

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