The Plan
from the Saturday Caravan Write-In
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.

Oh, the best laid plans!
Yep, that sounds about right for me too. xoxoxo