If you don’t hear from her for a week,
She is not plotting behind a curtain.
None of what she does is a chess move.
A woman is always uncertain.
A woman is always Socratic,
She is too smart to think she knows.
Too much certainty wears her out—
The certainty that comes and goes
In the mind of the great male thinker
Always certain he can figure it out
If he just has a little more time—
Better to live in dreams and dream for her a rhyme.
She prefers endless ease in the face of endless doubt.
Make her think and she will kill you,
Make her think about thinking and she will go on her way.
A woman never has time to consider
Those grandiose efforts to make her stay.