The Plan

from the Saturday Caravan Write-In

Photo by piotr jastrowicz on Unsplash

THE PLAN

There was a plan around here somewhere, I swear.

I had it all down 
     last night 
          before I went to bed.

I knew what I wanted to write today.

I told myself I would write it all down in the morning.

Upon waking, I can’t seem to recall 
     what it is I meant to write down.
Upon waking, I don’t even recall
     I had a plan to write something down.

All I think about is coffee and breakfast. 
Somewhere between the first hot sip 
     and the first bite, 
there comes a vague nag 
a memory of this plan from last night.

But today wants to smother that plan.
Build a new plan.
Just as soon as we get all the old rituals underway.

Then maybe we’ll make a plan.
Or remember it tonight.

But I didn’t write it down.
So I don’t know what it was.