Spring

About how much would it cost
for me to be moved to tears?
Judging by the flow of jeers
erupting in my ears,
I’d say I’m asking
the wrong sorts of questions.
Additionally, I’ve put my shirt
on backwards, perhaps even
unintentionally. So now what?
Well, now we sit and wait
for the gentle pandemonium
of Spring to enfold us
in efflorescent arms.
Now we offer prayers to the grass
for a renaissance of leisure.
We commit our bodies
to the velvet soil, free,
at least for the moment,
from the heavy yoke
of the cold and distant Heavens.

-r. miller