Spring

Our calendars fill up—every Saturday / from now till solstice

Spring

We dress quicker after showers,
our calendars fill up—every Saturday
from now till solstice, after the wheat
has ripened. All of a sudden
living in a different place, at
a faster pace, we bump into happiness
in the heat, greet pollen, our sinuses
politely rising to the moment.
We rummage through the cabinet
of experience, searching for pieces
of last summer. What did we do?
How did we look? So much
has been forgotten, so much
to be gained anew, in the new-
found green on the ground
and the trees. It is possible to believe
this time around, we’ll find something
to hold on to, even after it’s gone
out of season.

Photo by Manuel Frederik, taken at Liangma Canal, previously written about here and here