Spring, Slowly

My mind is always racing, bouncing from one ponderance to another. I roam the expanses of my consciousness, searching, asking, hoping, wanting. All the while arriving nowhere? Everywhere, all at once? The rhythmic hum of rain, drumming softly on my window pane, the only interruption in my reverie. Wistful wondering, lazy afternoons, stuck in a haze…or did I mean daze? You see what I mean? Too much, too little, never enough. Slipping in and out of here and now, there’s always better days. Yearning for the suns warm touch, grass soft under my feet, flowers blooming, life again. The seasons they do change.