This is already my destiny: to sit here, alone in this room, awaiting the day you bring. To greet the ones and twos who arrive. To tidy the corners and wipe down the surfaces of this place.
Yet I pine, O Lord, for tomorrow’s riches and accolades. I hope for treasure to appear around the next corner. Yet indeed, if I have a destiny, then it already must be here — for I now inhabit yesterday’s tomorrow.
Could I have hoped for this day, dear Lord? Let me live in it as if I had.