Plans Poem by Faith Wood

I took a solemn oath,
made a pact, made a plan,
said I'd never turn the other cheek.
Never leave you in the thorns,
never leave you in the past,
never leave you in the clouds where you'd fall too fast
Now I can't go back on my word
Though you're doubting my audacity,
to me it's absurd
See I can't imagine, even picture another plan
other than the ones we made

Can I take you back just a year or so?
When you were so different, vivacious with so much to show
And to the world, you held out your hand
saying, 'this is my land and I rule the land'

So this new skin is pulled on like a glove
You longinly stare at your beau as if it's love
And you go blind from conceiving any plan,
especially the ones we made
And you sit back as time ties his shoes,
contemplating the way but his knots are too loose
So he never really gets far enough away
or so you say,
it's just a relay.

But if I took you back just a year or so
You'd see you were so different, vivacious with so much to show
And to the world, you held out your hand
saying, 'this is my land and I rule the land'

But now you have this complex that read incomplete
You have the easy way dialed in
It's keeping you company,
generating the warmth in your sheets
But when it leaves,
what will you be?