POEM - When

Constructing my dreams around big plans
And the list of detailed plans are filled with modifiers
Ifs and maybes and myriad bets hedged
Little safeguards
Against failure

But Jose' always says When
     When we go to Spain
          When we fly there all together
               When we eat at that restaurant
                 The one on the cliff
                   That overlooks the sea
                     The freshest seafood so delicious you will never believe it
                       It will be the best
                            When we go to Spain.....

Jose' speaks like the plans are set
Tickets bought
Reservations and routes locked in
All the bed linens are cleaned and pressed
Tucked in neat and tight
Waiting for me to rest my head
And breathe in the intoxicating Spanish air
And When leads the way
And other words grab on excitedly
Like they've lassoed a tidal wave
And anything is possible
If is left in the wake of When's tide
Crashing on Spanish shores
Or exploring the streets of Mexico
Or any of a thousand adventures
     When we are back in Mexico City
         When I get my place there, amigo
             When you bring your wife there
                  Then mi casa es su casa forever
                        When we drive to Acapulco
                              You will see the villas so perfectly placed
                                   Against the seaside so beautiful you could cry
                                        Bluest waters crashing on the shore like heaven is real

When you and I are brothers
When we rule the world
You will see amigo
I promise
Believe me

                   When...