Perhaps
Perhaps it will be spring today
perhaps the sky will be blue
and the breeze gentle if at all
Perhaps I’ll see the first butterfly
of the year flitting from flower
to flower or the first bee clinging
to the petals of a bright red rose
Perhaps the sun will raise
a sweat on my forehead
or on my far too pale forearms
now bared to the elements
Perhaps I’ll hear the rowdy
laughter of wild children playing
or the sound of mowers
mowing neighbourly lawns
and maybe in the early afternoon
the familiar tang of badly charred
meat will drift through the balm
and whet my appetite for a life
that just isn’t the same without her
John Lyons