A Plan to be Made

Here I go again. This happens to me

Each and every morning I sit cozy in

My recliner to breathe a sigh of relief.

There is so much I could do today had

I a rightful mind to, should my flabby

Will somehow propel me into meaning-

Ful and productive action, should I sud-

Denly choose to rise, to lift a finger and

Grab the bull of progress and change by

The horns. Sure, there is house cleaning

And laundry to be done. There are over-

Due bills to be paid, not to mention those

Proverbial best laid plans of mice and

Men to be made. As I sit here listlessly

In my easy chair with the early March

Morning furnace whirring, I find myself

In the 7 AM hour, waiting and wonder-

Ing what on Earth is to come, the next

Purposeful thing in my life which needs

To be done? Will this be that momentous

Day of the fateful asteroid strike which

Will negate any designs I have made, or

Is this merely another one of those irrita-

Ting Ground Hog Days which repeats itself

Over and over again? I have at this very

Moment decided to write about this perplex-

Ing situation I face each and every day. And

Should this bit of literature I write be read

By you at some point in time, you will surely

Understand that it all worked out for me. And

At least in the here and now, I am fine. But

For safety sake, let’s synchronize our watches,

And check in again with one another at 0800

Hours…tomorrow that is. For today at least,

Plans have already been made.

Chris Hanch 3-3-17