There are things I must do all of them terribly important today they are terribly important Certainly there’s a mown lawn a clean car, a balanced checkbook a collection of tasks gleefully crossed off one list or another all leading to a future safely lined with the comfort of having finished so many very important things

But in the meantime Where is the art? When will the poems be written? Where is the love? Who will teach me to play music - and when? And what will the children remember?