Spring

by Marc Mangel

It’s the time of year when the earth opens

its warmth full blast and the wind

beckons the trees to live again

 

and the people come out from their

hibernators to take a long

hard look around

they see what they like

 

so here we all are.  on the grass in shirts

and in shorts and in halter tops and no tops

and smiling while talking.

 

we talk about learning and loving and growing

and being. God knows we talk

while the worms dance in the puddles, we talk.

while the wheat begins its annual trek to

harvest time, we talk.  while the trees show

they are alive, we talk.  do we learn?

 

sometimes?

do we love. not always. do we grow. it depends.

are we being. if we try.

 

April 1972