Driving through a downpour

In a Texas suburb

I pass

Cookie cutter houses

Probably with

Cocoa butter hand soap;

No different than the next family

All controlled handily

By societal expectations of happiness.


Birth – life – death,

School – work – retirement,

What does any of it really mean?

Paycheck – write check – food? check.


On a New Mexico summer day

I pass prairies full of pronghorns;

Happy because they can’t realize

There is nothing more than


In this world.


Finish school

Find a job

Find “your” pair

Start a family

Happy yet?