When looking for the perks, I’m glad Christmas is done, It may be cold but there’s sun, And birds busy in the garden, Eating a satsuma orange from Japan, Now I’m just another man, Waiting to cross the street. Out running errands on my lunch break, Am I doing anything? But mailing a letter,  Getting groceries for dinner, And waiting for spring rain to come. Having to look at all the things I ignore, All the ways I could do more, When all is there for the taking, Through with playing possum, Through with routine, Familiar and well-worn, Shirking the unseen. Feeling every second, Spacing out, Putting fifty in the tank, Looking around, The close and distant sounds, And waiting for spring rain to come.