1 september

first day of spring.

today.

with the rain and the wind

and the grey, angry, pock-marked sea.

 

stand on a podium

raise a fist in the air,

declare:

“today is spring”.

 

(man and his boxes)

“this chaos, i box.

i label. i have dominion.”

bullshit.

 

nature can’t read a calendar

and doesn’t care to.

 

i’ll wait for my own spring.

when the warmth hits my chest.

shows me flowers.

makes me grow.

 

until then,

the next person to proclaim

“first day of spring!”

gets a kick up the clacker.