Slowly, slowly
life comes back.
Hair-fine roots
far below the surface
muster a wiggle,
a stretch,
and stir for us
the unseen process
of life beginning again.

But not every capillary
wiggles and stretches.
Some just as mysteriously
have clogged themselves up
(been clogged up?)
and no longer
bring life back,
no longer are alive
themselves.

We are left
in a daze each March
over these quiet
and subtle puzzles
driving all our world
on, ever,
lighting our dreams
on fire,
and breaking them
into pieces.