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
