The drive to work is full of the symbols of life.

Spring has come, strong in its will to oust the winter

Pussywillows stretching from branches,

Questing for the sun.

The geese have returned, honking their pleasure at newly open expanses of water,

A sugar crust of ice remaining

Sleep is a struggle for many these days, although people don’t understand why

I do

It’s our primal need to escape our winter hibernation,

Seeking new adventures in the sun

To find new mates, new horizons, new opportunities, tenacious in the desire for growth

We live in bricks and cement

But our collective memory recalls the days of movement, of hunting in the summerlands

And longs to return to nature 

once more