Monday, March 30, 2015

A Perhaps Hand

Spring is like a perhaps hand

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)

images:  Christie B. Cochrell, Getty pot and Montreal window, collage


  1. e e cummings for you, of course, dear Tammy J!

  2. oh! you're such a dear! LOLOL.
    isn't he just grand?
    "spring... when the world is mud puddle wonderful!" ... e.e.
    unless you're dodging a tornado...
    which is what spring always is where i am!
    thank you for that lovely lovely poem christie. XO