surviving the April rush (poem)

April showers crash down
                                                    and I work
hunched over,
                                                    fingers flying across the keys
gotta go faster,
                                                    until words per minute
become
                                                              beats per minute.
Work getting harder;
                                        I need to be stronger,
set new records
                        Olympic times for paperwork
until night comes,
and I collapse into bed.

May buds have crept up on me.
I open my eyes to gentle flowers and sunshine.
I’ll let                the rush               slip away,
lie in the field               watch the clouds,
breathe and disappear                into the grass
work can wait               another day

 -Zero