What is creativity anyway?,

but thinking around the corner,

down the road,

to the other side

of the storm?

I imagine a few weeks

down the corner,

Red in the green pasture,

sun bursting over the horizon,

donkeys at the feeder,

mice in the fields,

leaves on the trees,

flowers in the garden,

the wood stoves quiet,

the songbirds in chorus.

Just around the corner,

just down the bend,

just up the road.

If I close my eyes,

I can see it.