changes

i was thinking about work today
and how i can't make change happen
for a teenager...
or for anyone,
really,
only myself.
i can count on some changes, though.
mud season
 begins with melt.
 snowmelt in the fields all week long,
sunshine most days
but not today. 
this is a time i love.
march
&
november
are both favorite months.
 i've been visiting caliban press
 and printing
learning 
arranging type
a new grammar 
em.
i know what that is now
(at least, i know it when i'm there) 
i'm taking a risk with a poem and
a press
and a weft-faced shifu piece
contact printed 
 that looks remarkably like
the landscape right now
 detritus 
and colors muted and 
mud.
glorious and messy 
mud season.
 a sky 
everchanging 
 but that old sunset
sneaks through grandmothermaple's 
boughs.