4.8.15

The prompt for today was a palinode, wherein a poet retracts a previous statement.  I'm not much for retracting, but I have been known to change my mind, so I took that angle.

Changing Your Mind

It’s less about the plan

than how the plan disintegrates—

enjoy the shattered pieces

falling, glittering, at your feet,

eggshell covering blown off

by the moment you didn’t know

you were waiting for—the impetus

of kissing the wrong or right person,

or stepping outside one morning

to find it’s spring, the hammer

swinging in your fist, singing

as it crashes into open air,

no longer about them

and what they had planned for you,

possibilities warm on your skin,

bare to the sky for the first time.