seasons change and I feel it in my bones –
older than I and ever changing –
this morning my house was draining
the deluge of the night
that stained my few hours of sleep –
spring is finally here
but where am I? –
today i look in the mirror and almost,
almost see myself –
tomorrow? who can tell –
seasons change and i feel it in my bones –
i feel it in the rain that wams
and the earth that starts to smell –
i see it in the mud that sticks to shoes
and hear it in the solitary chirps
from nearby trees –
the world awakes bit by bit, but I –
when will I? –
today i look in the mirror and
I recognize my face, though nothing else –
I guess that is a start of something –
anything –