Spring

Spring is here, although it often feels like it is playing a trick on us--

peeking out, only to slink away again, hiding through another cold and windy day.

Condensation on my skin feels like a whispered memory, rather than present tense

Perhaps I thought that winter would last forever.

Changing colors usher us into the Now, 

and I am chanting my mantra internally, waiting for good news. 

Not because I deserve it. Because it might come to pass. 

Changing lenses, I realize that I am not set up for failure,

 so much as I set myself up for endless possibility. 

One day, chance and good energy and opportunity will align,

For now, I sip my water and try not to sink.

It is Spring.