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