What If?
Karen Hecht Springer
July 24, 2012
I see my daily inspiration
At the bottom of my coffee cup.
It begins so innocently, so temptingly fresh,
Ideas percolate, the thoughts swirl round and round,
Mix with a dash of chemistry shot through with uncertainly,
And unfurl
Into a frothy frenetic frenzy, which then
Peter out into tepid, languid thoughts of past
And I’m left with
Just another dried ring of what if.