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The break of yet another day.
Billions added to all those
which came before.
And there’s more.
For me after nearly
seventy-seven years in
passing, fewer names and
memories remain to claim.
No one is left
to account for forever.
In the pending darkness
Only Infinity remains.
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Chris Hanch 2-21-2024
You obeyed the brain
and reached or recoiled.
Involuntarily you scratched
an itch, gripped or rubbed
the pain. You signaled
left or right, up or down,
halt or proceed. Angry, you
flashed a middle finger.
Happy or pleased, you
soothed and caressed.
In writing, you gave
your worst or your
best. You loved to write
and draw, held the pen
and drew with pin-point
accuracy. So much in life
have you done for me.
You wiped the tears away,
stroked the soft and supple
skin. Clenched fingers and
fist, you afforded me a
handy and worthy defense.
Oh, graceful hands and
sensual fingers of mine,
from satin to silk, rugged
to rough, hot and cold, you
have extended to me the
glorious sense of feeling
and touch. And I applaud
you for that.
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Chris Hanch 2-13-2024
Had George and Bettie
not gotten together at a
specific time and place,
in this 13.8 billion year
time span, I may have
never been.
Had I been named Bob or
Bruce a year earlier or latter,
I as Christopher would likely
not be speaking to you right
now.
Think how the trillions of
stars in the Cosmos had to
align just right to form the
cellular conglomerate
creating the likes of you
and me individually.
Nothing short of incom-
prehensibly plausible, I
recon. Why, what were
the odds of a life suppor-
ting planet such as Earth
having coalesced in the
expansive universal
clutter to evolve and
harbor a species such
as ours?
Genetically, I may have
been born an opossum,
a pin oak tree, an Alex-
ander the Great or a
Thomas Edison in a
different place and time.
Ah, but here I am,
the wonder of me
speaking to the wonder
of you about this
unfathomable hodge-
podge Cosmic Soup.
Could have been
otherwise, don’t
you know?
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Chris Hanch 2-9-2024
I’ll think of someone famous
or see them on TV. Some are
still alive, others are deceased.
Curiously, I will ofttimes ask
Alexa, how old is so-and-so,
how old did they live to be?
On a Netflix Comedy Special
the other day I saw Ellen De
Generes. How old is she?
And the answer was 66
years. Damn! I said out loud.
I’m nearly 77. How in the
friggin’ bloody world can
that possibly be? Ellen looks
pretty good for 66-years old.
77-years has taken its toll
on me. Sorry to say, I make
those comparisons a lot
these days. Suppose I
should consider myself
lucky being able to ask.
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Chris Hanch 2-8-2024
An eyeful,
that’s what
I have in mind.
An eyeful
to take you
there where
I once was,
a face, a place
near and far
away, a once
in a lifetime
person or place.
Join me there.
Be mindful
with this eyeful
of mine, a gift
from me to you.
Be there too.
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Chris Hanch 2-5-24