spring is like a perhaps hand

Stumbled on this blog this morning and was reminded of how much I enjoy ee cummings:

Spring is like a perhaps hand
ee 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 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.