To Young Moses in Light Rain

That weird, happy optimism
Of a desert spring—weird, given

Summer, desert’s harshest season,
Is looming on spring’s horizon.

Maybe it’s just you. When we lived
In wintrier, wetter climates,

Mood surged at the start of autumn,
Which made even less sense. You hope

Most, most excitedly, just when
You think you’re in the perfect place

To have a clear view of the worst.
You’ll learn. You wouldn’t be the first.