Imagining

Your very thoughts, sometimes it is

the words you choose to use, and

often your actions which create the

new worlds in which you live. You

are surrounded by the white noise

of happening. A simple thing such

as lifting a finger, putting the cup

to your lips, buttoning a blouse are

but a beginning. You remember the

horrors and joys, have retained all

the goodnesses and savageries in

the repository of the mind. And

it goes on, day after day, month

after month as the years pile on.

One day you awaken from the

dream you have already forgotten.

Kiss your loved one goodbye, and

repeat the same words you said

yesterday and the day before—

Let’s give this day another try.

It is a fool-hearty thing indeed to

imagine that nothing is happening.

On the way to work you listen to

Mendelssohn on the car radio;

Once in a while you wish you had

learned to play the violin as a child.

Chris Hanch 11-1-17