The Weight Of A Thought Jar

Either think too little or think too much.

There rests a glass jar on a table.

Inside are a number of dried beans,

beside that jar is a pen and notepad

to jot down your best guess, how many

beans are inside this glass jar.

I spot a singular cannellini

among the many kidneys inside.

I pause and take my best guess,

counting upwards on each side

counting sideways from left to right.

It’s not that I’m transfixed

by the one white bean in a mass of red,

but I can’t help to stop and wonder if

I’m the only one counting beans from a jar?

of which I count 224, which coincidentally

could have been 225, if it were not

for the sole cannellini that caught my eye.