What If?

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.