Writers are told that listening is a key to finding new ideas. I would add looking to that because I also find interesting phrases or word combinations when I read. I was reading about Lincoln when I saw the words "accidental instrument". Given the context in which I found these words, I started out trying to write a very serious poem. Once again, I was taken in a different direction and ended up with a lighter piece.
This is for all the accidental instruments of kindess
who pass through my life.
The people who let me in
when I need to change lanes around contruction
or because I'm unfamilar with the route I'm traveling.
The individuals who hold the door
when I'm coming or going with my hands full.
Those who say hello when I'm out for a walk
or give directions when I'm out--lost.
For all the accidental acts of kindness I receive each day,
I want to take the time to say thank you--on purpose.