Behind the scenes

by Jenny Erlanger

We cannot see or hear them,

yet we know when each arrives.

We love them, hate or fear them

as we stumble through our lives.

They fire away like crazy

somewhere deep inside our brain.

They prod us when we’re lazy,

get us back on track again.

They don’t ask for permission

from the moment that we wake

to set out on their mission

to control the moves we make.

It may not live an hour

as its life is pretty short

but there’s no denying the power

of a solitary thought.

•  Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #6

Jenny says: I have always been fascinated by the capacity of a seemingly immaterial thought to create physical or emotional responses in human beings.