while i wait for spring

Written by - Keeran Sahoo

while i wait for spring
i have been laying here for an hour
only 
everywhere yet
only there

my fall is more of an immediate revelation
un		expected.
like the sidewalk.
it’s wet.
maybe the trample of humans and beasts
got the water all over me like a sponge.

the smoke hangs
the haze pooling in my lungs
their weight bearing me down

while i wait for spring, 
i feel the pressure close in within me—
the sneers the joker repeats
or the caraval drills through bones.

a cycle of consistent wake and sedation
passing dust through my system.
as the exhale of question and disappointment,
flows through my droopy, narrow windways.

for spring,
wait i will.