Spring is Like a Perhaps Hand

~e e 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.