Prognostication

Nothing profound for me to say today.

And so it goes with many days seen

in my lifetime. Sunrise opens the eyes.

and here I am again. It all ads up,

you know, for many of us anyway—
Day after day with nothing profound
to say. It is the way, after seventy-some
years, my formula for how not to become

rich and famous. No inductions today
into the Rock-and-Roll, NFL or Baseball
Halls of fame, no attributions for contri-
butions to mankind to be recorded in the

annuls of history for me. Just a line or
two to scribble across the page today, a
Like or emoji on Facebook to place. I did
Google myself to see if anyone else was

made aware of me. Nada, my friends.
I even use the term, friends, loosely. I
never really got to know you up close
and personally. I’m assuming, that for

the most part holds true for you. In all
likelihood neither of us will be signing
anyone’s autograph book today. (Do
folks even bother with that sort of thing

anymore?) Anyway, nothing profound for
me to say. I’m relatively sure, however,
according to my irrelevant prognostication,
tomorrow will break pretty much the same.

I’ll Tweet you immediately should there
happen to be any change.

Chris Hanch 3-13-18