What should we have taken <br />with us? We never could decide <br />on that; or what to wear, <br />or at what time of <br />year we should make the journey <br /> <br />So here we are in thin <br />raincoats and rubber boots <br /> <br />On the disastrous ice, the wind rising <br /> <br />Nothing in our pockets <br /> <br />But a pencil stub, two oranges <br />Four Toronto streetcar tickets <br /> <br />and an elastic band holding a bundle <br />of small white filing cards <br />printed with important facts.<br /><br />Margaret Atwood<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/provisions/
