Thinking Today

Thinking about places far away, thinking

about places I may have been, thinking

mostly about places I have never seen.

Thinking, there stands a man (could also

be a woman or a child) who sees the world

the same as I.

Or quite possibly, through their own window

have a completely different view than I.

Thinking, sometimes a fog settles into the

lowlands and upon the vastness of seas

between us.

Thinking, there is a world of diversity out there

in which we, however, share the laughter and

tears, the commonality of joy and suffering.

Thinking about the neighbor next door and the

one above me. Although I hear the pounding of
their feet in the morning as they prepare to leave,
they too are likely see the world differently.

I cannot see them, and blocked by the walls
and ceilings between us, likewise, they cannot

see me.

Thinking, there might as well be oceans and

continents of difference between us instead

of scantily a few feet.

I stay at home most days in my old age and

disabled ways. And where in hell they may

be headed, who knows?

Thinking, were we able to share photographs

taken, even should perspectives be varied

between us, at least we’d have a clearer picture

from where each of us are so inclined to see.

Chris Hanch 8-6-18