Monday, September 26, 2011

Plan B and The Phoenix

(As prompted by Sunday Scribblings )

At first, of course,
there was Plan A:
find a new job.

"No problem," I thought,
as I perused
my resume,
ignoring the nay-sayers,
the headlines,
and the news commentators
that foretold economic disaster,
and delighted in posting daily
unemployment numbers
as though to affirm
their prognostications.

Plan A was perfect, in theory:
a stellar resume,
a pool of references
deep enough for any prospective
employer to dive into
and spot this pearl of an employee,
a devotion to the quest
and an over-sized helping
of confidence
wearing blinders.

But, as these things go,
Plan A never thought about
the possibility of
encountering Plan B.

Plan B
strode boldly
onto the scene
and announced its intention
to wreak havoc
with Plan A.
Unafraid, presumptuous,
wearing a name-tag
scribbled in a
defiant cursive:
"Surprise Diagnosis: Cancer."

Plan B refused
to allow any offers
of employment,
choosing instead to
bring things to a screeching halt
in a freeze-frame moment
where paradigm and destiny
engaged in debates
into the night.

But, as these things go,
Plan B never thought about
the possibility of
encountering Plan C.

And in the end,
Plan C crept in
to steal the show.
Plan C declared itself
the winner and called off
all bets
by summoning
the Phoenix,
to arise from its ashes
and live.

© Candice W. Coghill, September, 2011

Art courtesy of Josephine Wall,


  1. I am glad Plan C won out! Nice poem, too.

  2. Thanks, Belva Rae ! On both counts :)

  3. Brava! In every woman, there is a Plan C and may they all win. Every time.

  4. Thanks, Patti ! My sentiments, exactly :)

  5. Roshanda, thanks so much for stopping by and for your wonderful comments :)