Notebook

I try not to worry, surrendering
Word by word to the pen's ravishing;
Try not to think of the coming time
When page 3 will seem naive, unexamined,
27 will embarass and 43 condemn
When 55 will be tolerated with benevolent amusement
And 62 have blossomed into unmerited grace.
Try not to wonder what the last page will hold,
Whether there will be a last page,
Whether the pen will make that long journey, and I
Completed, line by line
Page by page caressed,
Loved, filled,
Glorified in turbulent fruition?