A neat wooden desk with all stationary organized in right angles.
A blue sky with a white cloud and a smiling yellow sun.
A 50-50 in relationships.
Your favourite people living forever.
Your innocence untouched.
A scroll that can spell out your life or your future.
A reasonable, rational journey where the people you meet are reasonable, rational people.
Missed calls on your cell phone from the people you want them to be from.
Home cooked food, 24/7.
Certainty of God or some power.
Mutual affection.
Internet connection.
All even numbers.
Nor is it continual thunder storms and rain,
Or monsters under your bed.
It's not mediocrity.
Bad grades and bad recommendations,
Or leaking roofs and insect infestations.
It's not heartburn and helplessness,
It's not gray-blue relationships.
It's not hatred and parting and wilting flowers
It's not all poverty and calamity.
Dumped or turned down or forgotten.
It's not let downs and evasive treasures.
Loneliness.
All odd numbers.
There's more to it.
I don't know what it really is,
But I know what it isn't,
And that's better than not knowing at all.
