Tomorrow Will Bring

Chip Womick wrote this poem for his wife, Sharon, on the morning of Sept. 11, 2001, before he heard the news about planes crashing into the World Trade Center in New York City, the Pentagon in Arlington, Va., and a field in Pennsylvania. Callista Rae Womick designed the poster, which is 11 3/4 x 16 5/8, printed on smooth white cover stock.   Tomorrow Will Bring I do not know what tomorrow will bring – it is too bright to see beyond the horizon of today. Yes, of course, I can see snarly little obstacles waiting to trip me up or weight me down with sheer numbers, but these I am learning to step around or to leap over. When I do, they usually disappear. And, yes, I see large gnarly demons eager to eat me alive, or quash me where I stand, or as I run, but these I am learning to look dead in the eye and call by name. They do not like it when I do this. Then they shrink to a size I can carry out with the trash or, at the very least, can bear without breaking my back. I also see the face of S