"The Plan," A Poetry Post

Hey there now!
You SPRY!
What is your plan for the day?

I believe I'm gone sit in this chair.

You mean you ain't
going down to the
morning service to
get breakfast?

No. I'm gone sit here in the chair on the porch.

You mean you ain't
going down to the store
to get you no
Easter Sunday hat?

No. Seem like a cool breeze coming through, so...
I believe I'll sit here in the chair today.

You mean you ain't
made no plan to
be at
Easter Sunday communion?

No. Seem like once midday come round
there's gone be some good sunshine
coming down through them trees, so...
I just put my chair outside here.

You mean you ain't
cooking no
Easter dinner?

No ma'am. I'm just sitting here
looking out on the yard and
thinking about how 
glad I am the weather is
steady today, so...
I ain't made no plan to 
do nothing like that.

You mean
your boy ain't
memorized no
Easter recitation?

No. Seem like we just
barely surviving him
remembering what he 'sposed to do
from sunup to sundown right now,
so I figured I might as well
leave him to figuring out himself and
sit here quietly for a few moments 
til God reach him. 

You mean
you ain't got no family
coming over for the
holidays?

Well... no, I ain't. 
We didn't make no plan for that, really.

Well what DID you plan for?

Got up this morning. Gave God glory.
Planned for that.
Pulled out this here chair.
Planned for that.
Fixed me a coffee.
Planned for that.
Sat down.
Planned for that.

And that's it you gone do today?

That was the plan, ma'am, exactly.
That was the plan.

-T. D. James-Moss