I'll write it permanent, Indian ink
the feathered thoughts of things to think about
diarising, calendar reminding, goal writing.
Somehow with eyes aligned
there'll be moments ticked from wishlists in time.
I'd like to stitch the sash for Miss Intentionality.
History & humanity seem to be showing me
ways to parade and accept responsibility.
Maybe they're right but maybe they're missing
the point of my own guiding light for my eyes to notice, see?