A Silly Poem: Tomorrow’s Unfolding

Let’s see how tomorrow unfoldsLike a flowerOr a chairOr maybe a spring-loaded tentLet’s see how that unfolding happensGentlyWith a little helpOr all on its ownMaybe tomorrow will be resistantAnd stay comfortably foldedHappy to maintain its more protected stateUntil further noticeTomorrow’s unfolding remains a mysteryUntil tomorrowWhen we will seeExactly what does or does not unfold