First Cloud of the Season

I had an excuse
but then it became an accent.
It was all I could do
to look down to make
my eyes look closed.
Before, I used to be over
there. Now I am over here.
You might not get the difference,
but it is tremendous.
And my misgivings harbor
an irrational intention.
You see I’ve not quite gotten
over the fact that spring comes
once a year. Seems cruel,
in that respect. I’m not
the first to point this out.
But that makes me special, in a way.
That’s why I’m pacing back
and forth, not holding on
to any given position.