When I looked at my clock this morning it said
9:11.
Funny how you start to notice things
The significance a memory can bring
To the way you see the world
Around you.

We don't need encouraging
To think the world is full of signs
Put there for
Us to read.

We are greedy
In our inference.
We tease sense out of the jigsaw
Of existence for our minds to turn over
And over
And over.
To play with and
Question
'Is this what this is?'