Soft Landing

what troubles me
is having had a plan
but that’s Greek history
without sticking to my guns
i count to ten, eleven
these are just thoughts i am having
in the car after two
it seems appropriate
to leave without secrets
to have bargained all i can
for a good breakfast
but my words get confused with cynicism
and it’s the autumnal equinox
and i am supposed to be praying for balance