It becomes possible to think of going

only after the weather changes.

When the clouds come down

from on high, and force all to bask

in them. When rain wets your bones,

Pleading, Begging you to go home.

Even when the sun is out,

just think of going.

When the song birds wait while

the cicadas sing, or the wind

blows loud. Smell spring ground

and listen to traffic. Only then

can you think of going.