last and first

The last day of winter…

And the first day of spring!

Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere) arranging
a window, into which people look (while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here) and

changing everything carefully.

spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and fro moving New and
Old things, while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there) and

without breaking anything.

e.e. cummings

This same time, years previous: the last weekend, piggies, a morning’s start, the creative norm, no buffer, over the moon, roasted vegetables, our house lately, getaway, shaking things up, and it’s about enough.