There’s a restlessness that comes with Spring.
As the flowers and the trees shake off their frosty coats
my bones clamor all over each other trying to escape
the confines of my body. And my marrow sends love notes
to every passing cloud.
Mama begs my feet to knead her back
and the stars reach out and grab my veins,
filling them with fire–an electric attack.
The roots of trees rise up
to push me off the ground until
face to face with the moon
not even my teeth can stay still.
They turn ebony and ivory
and start to dance to a wild, reckless rhythm.
The drums in my ears pound louder
and louder sounding Spring’s anthem.
And i’m a slave to the season.