A POEM FOR TODAY 

WATCHING

He decided to simply watch, so he sat

in the sunroom and watched his thoughts

as they thumped and floated around

inside him. He had a heart and lungs

and blood that brought beautiful chances

for happiness to him, but he knew

his thoughts held the highest power,

were actually wonder-workers

in his life.  He mostly wondered

where they came from, so he watched

and saw them soaring and drifting in

from  everywhere, even far-off

mountains, it seemed. He watched,

and went off in his mind

with a few thoughts,  thinking

how lucky he was to have thoughts

to both watch and fly with.