Our Lady of Perpetual Astonishment

Spring is long in arriving, there’s still ice on the driveway. More snow piles have piled since equinox. I still bundle to go out and as I light up there are always the signs of a fox. Sometimes they scoot past me, sometimes they skirt ‘round, but always I find their tracks. Today we gave the houseplant some new dirt, and I got reminded about trynna go back. You can’t go anywhere again. No scenery is static. One day in spring the arroyo’s dry, the next, flood’s causing panic.