This Day Had Some Plans – A Poem on the strong power of suggestion.
This day had its plans. I had mine.
They did not include a crash, a stumble, an ice pick,
the urge to see the security footage of
my foolishness again and again.
This body, this heart so accustomed to pain
denies the rationale of a scale.
I wrestle not against flesh
Sore places that will eventually leave – they get homesick too.
As they go, I’ll stay easy, loose
running interference on the placebo effect of my mind
and the white coat too anxious to prescribe a puff, a shot,
a day that invites a lil’ wallow in it.
Ama
Ama Danesi 