Monday Morning Poetry, June 5

Back of My Mind


“I had it in the back of my mind,”

so said the speaker.


I wondered what the “it” is:

            a brain tumor

            an ancient fear

            a brooding idea

            a stuck poem

            a sweet song



Now, if and when “it” develops mobility,

will “it” move to the front of the brain,

getting ready to be laid

like a hen’s impinging egg?


The mind is a large, dark warehouse,

so many “its” tucked away in the back rooms

awaiting the chance to run for daylight.


Bishop Robert Morneau