Echoes from the past

I set myself an exercise: 

To do a series of alphabet paintings 

 And watch what might flow through 

Onto the canvas. 

 Though I might hope, 

I’m not expecting to see great art, 

But rather insight into what surprises 

 Might emerge within set boundaries. 

That said, I am astonished to discover, 

Having accidentally chosen 

To place the letter K at the end of a bar of color, 

That the stripes of white I added seem to imply 

That the word THINK is hidden underneath — 

A word my father (who worked for IBM) 

Had posted throughout the house 

When I was growing up. 

 How odd, to see such echoes from my past…