plans – Kay Foley

Small House

Of a mind to purge and clean and somehow turn my small house

into a brilliant soaring space spread with tall clear windows

revealing masses of sunlight, the traverse of the moon, the habits

of trees, convergence of planets, partnering of birds, flight of bees

the ceilings so high that all my remarkable ideas and lofty plans

have room to float high and higher gathering courage, bursting

with aplomb, becoming ever wilder, freer than even they

could have imagined, before being caught on paper and

brought to life for others to see and know and love.

Rain falls as it should

three days in a row and in

this perfectly sealed room

with its high ceiling I feel safe

and expansive, my thoughts

able to float ten feet up

before bumping against the ceiling

thus permitting a whole circus

to perform in the bigtop of my brain

where the juggler’s pins are tossed sky high,

the gal scantily clad stands upon an

elephant’s back with room to spare and

my own humble plans and wishes raise

their heads and hands fully believing they

will be seen and heard.