Do we know how little we know about tomorrow
which happens to be February nineteenth,
the last day to trade in the NBA?
That knowledge is a problem like the view
from the foot of one of several volcanoes.
At home one can always wonder what
about is not home. The volcanoes always think
through vents or altogether beneath detection.
There is also a major employer from the middle
ages still reclining in her office,
smiling as though a private joke has flown
through the incredible view; even her
credulity is strained not at the rumors
but the very possibilities.