angels, childhood, energy, freeform, intuition, purpose

in particular

I wonder. About that particular
ceramic tile, the one among
many decorating that fireplace

  in that particular country inn
  on a particular hill a bit on past
  the library in a certain village
  in New Hampshire

I wonder. About the man (I guess)
who set that tile, the one among
many decorating that fireplace

  whether his little boy recovered from
  that terrible fall he took, and grew
  into a loving father himself

I wonder. About the choice the mistress
of the house made that brought that
particular tile, the one among many,
to decorate her fireplace

  whether her fireplaces succeeded in saving the
  integrity of her marriage
  fulfilling her particular hope for
  happy golden years

I wonder. About the large family whose
wages were earned heating that particular
ceramic tile, and the related lot decorating that fireplace

  Whether sufficient mistresses and
  workmen came together over the years to nourish
  those growing small ones
  enough to instill a sense of safety
  in a world filled with broken ceramic

I wonder. About that particular
ceramic tile, one among many
decorating that fireplace

  In that particular country inn
  that has hosted and held
  the stirrings and yearnings of so
  many certain souls pursuing moments
  of reflection by a warming fire

  On a particular hill, in a particular
  little town in New Hampshire

Whether their expectations were met,
their excursions rewarded, their
prayers answered, their truth revealed
on a particular hill, in a country inn
in New Hampshire

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