Today’s prompt was to write a sonnet, but I didn’t have time for that, so I will try to write and post one tomorrow. In the meantime, I wrote a quatrain about how my plans often seem to not work out. Plans change often, but that’s not always a bad thing. I’m learning to go with the flow and not freak out when the unexpected happens.
Run to something that does not move;
Rest, and see that it would behoove
You to surrender your action plans —
When did these rocks turn into sands?