NaPoWriMo Day 18

 Day 18

Five answers to one question

When will you be happy?

i

when the deer come out

of the rain and the trees,

and stay awhile, watching me-

there is no rhyme nor

reason to this almost love

but I don't care,

the pale fawn of their flanks,

the trees part of this delicacy

like the bright blue butterflies

that are everywhere,

like the oilslick crows

that now now allow me to touch

their feathers

and the tiger I wrote

my first poem about

slips into the leaves,

and there you are

ii

when every little worry,

every niggle is addressed

and every achy trouble

put to bed

when there is no sharp

intake of breath

or lurch of stomach

when I think of you,

future.

iii

when every day,

is a cold mist dawn

with the sun promising itself

and a green world

or small city to explore,

a cafe

and the first taste of everything,

following

a guidebook bible

iv

when I fulfil

my clairvoyant ability

and see in a secondhand crystal ball

my kids' brilliantly

ordinary lives to come,

upside down and quite clear-

they smile and smile,

with traces of me in their faces,

just living every day

v

when every single poem is

absolutely new,

tender cruel surprising

when it needs to be

and everyone gets the meaning

eventually.