Poems Happen

Ah, the things you decide
To do yourself, to do
To yourself, that then feel

More as if they’d happened
To you, misadventures
And whimsical events,

The experiences
You thought you were choosing
That feel unexpected.

Somewhere you sit reading,
Possibly listening
To these words that you thought

Might be interesting,
But what is this nonsense
Occurring in your brain?