Throughout each day, little ringing chimes remind us that we are needed.
That someone, somewhere, is thinking of us,
for one thing or another.
Perhaps we hope this one will be the book publishing offer,
the invitation to coffee that will brighten our day,
the secret love finally daring to speak to us out loud,
Throughout the day, that tiny spark of anticipation
carried in high C dings, lifts our hopes
and then shuts them down, as we are asked
for the 1,000th time if we approve of the President
or begged to donate money
or reminded about our dentist appointment we’d rather not go to.
Yet hope springs eternal— Ding!