Spring is like a perhaps hand

In honor of World Poetry Day, here’s a poem that I read over and over again when I was in high school, and haven’t read in decades. What a great joy to come back to it and feel the same sense of amazement and wonder reading it now as I did then.

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.

   --ee cummings