Could I Imagine

Could I imagine
sticks and stones
falling upon my head
ending the life, as I know it?
Would it be useful
imagining my last moments
my last breath, my eyes
considering the life that I’d lived
in the fading moments of my time?
Should I even entertain such thoughts
while the sun is shining, and the coffee
entices and warms my thoughts?

Could I imagine things to be otherwise?