I Thought a Thought

I thought a thought. I heard a thunk

A thunk that's loud and sweet.

A type of thunk that happens once

and never will repeat.

The kind of thunk from far away

that travels here then there

and for a moment rests a while

then leaves this whole affair.

And with that thunk a thought dislodged

and made its way to me,

on to this tree and through this pen . . .

Wait. What was the thought again?