N.W. Hicks
Happiness Is...
Sometimes the right angle of sun
to light the moon in the blue sky.
Finding the first raspberry ripe
on the wild thorns.
The crack of an axe splitting dry wood
echoing in the valley.
The way the gravel talks and the dust
pirouettes on a dirt road.
A stranger waving from a hill they conquered.
The crack of an axe: the promise
of woodsmoke and light.
Sometimes the right slant of sunshine
marching away from you,
so you can follow your shadow home.
Bio
N.W. Hicks is a Connecticut-based poet, a graduate of UConn, and earned his MA from Manhattanville. His poems have appeared in The Passionfruit Review, Molecule, Yes, Poetry, and elsewhere. He believes in water but works with dirt and dreams of becoming a river's meander.