The first day I looked Spring in the eyes
I closed the door and opened all the windows
I didn’t care about cold anymore
Just sun
And green grass
And the warmth of a future

First I cleaned the muck off the windows
Intricate and impulsive
Every nook and cranny
Then
Free

The open window let the cool spring air
Bombs of pollen
Bugs and seeds
But I didn’t care

I was cleansed by the movement
By the breeze in a stagnant place
Under stagnant sheets
Where I laid stagnant in waste

In winter
I became a water droplet stuck in a puddle
Muddled and browned by time
Spring rain made rivers fly
And spring breeze pushed me in the river