Thought Sharing

It is in the simple, often the everyday which

Begs to question, What were You thinking?

Today my thoughts lead me to wonder, when

He heard sirens screaming down the street,

What did father imagine? He is gone now

And I have no answer.

When mother was alive and stepped from

The house on a fine spring day, did she fo-

Cus on the fragrant tulips blooming along

The sidewalk? I shall never know. As Uncle

Bill drove to work, was his family on his

Mind at the time or was there trouble wait-

Ing for him at his office when he arrived?

So many ideas we seem to grab randomly

Lying groggily awake before rising. Is there

Joy or pain, exuberance or shame? And,

What of yesterday, what will come of us

Today? We rarely share that which wan-

Ders uninvited into our imaginings.

Do you care that as I watched the senator

From my state answer questions from the

Reporter on TV, that although I am seventy

Years old, I see her in her fifties as older

Than I? Why does my frame of mind lead

Me to believe that I am more youthful than

Some who in actuality are younger than I?

What would you consider as you read

These lines of mine? Can you openly

Share your innermost thoughts today,

Even should many consider them mun-

Dane? I, myself, heard sirens off in the

Distance this morning. Fires in a large

City such as mine are a common occur-

Rence, hardly worth mentioning, unless

You or I happen to be involved.

This may sound trivial to you with all you

Must have going on today, but have you

Noticed that the tulips are especially lovely

This year?

Chris Hanch 5-23-17