Spring is like a perhaps hand

Spring is like a perhaps hand 

(which comes carefully

out of Nowhere) arranging 

a window, into which people look (while

people stare

arranging and changing placing

carefully there a strange

thing and a known thing here) and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps

Hand in a window

(carefully to

and fro moving New and

Old things, while

people stare carefully 

moving a perhaps 

fraction of flower here placing 

an inch of air there) and 

without breaking anything.

E. E. Cummings

poem 12 
& { AND } (1925)

 Give Me That Slow Knowing Smile - 
(Lisa Ekdahl)

Bretagne - 2010