I'm thinking a lot about choices.
(This is a good thing.)
Why we choose to do the things we do?
My grandmother gave me this figure of "Three Wise Monkeys," a couple years ago. It was given to her during her childhood. I keep it beside my computer.
The first time that I opened up Billy Collins book, The Trouble with Poetry I pretty much opened right to a poem called "See no Evil"
"No one expected all three of them/to sit there on their tree stumps forever, their senses covered with their sinuous paws..."