A NEW DAY? sun peeks through blinds birds begin to chirp my kitty purrs next to me the happiest time of day lasts only for a moment then memories of this past year last week yesterday re-flood my mind and my heart is broken all over again. 2011-06-05 P. Wanken This poem was written, in part, in response to the prompt at Writer's Island: contingent. When I read the prompt, this is not what I had in my mind. But I have subsequently been thinking about that on which my happiness is contingent.