Sometimes thinking feels a lot like sinking. Bellerive Wharf. March 2011. I’ve been tired, oh so tired for such a long time now. I seem to recall a time – somewhere about 1993 or so – where I wasn’t so tired all the time. Is this was it is to be getting old? Is it fair that we’re ‘getting old’ at age sixteen? Spring is like a perhaps hand , e.e.cummings 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 from 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.