Spring Fever

I feel it The tugging in my bones Like a young child pulling at my shirt to get attention That gentle urge to look their way It whispers in my ears Left shoulder it sits Then right Left right left right Never quite in view Tickling like a strand of hair gone awry It slides across my fingers Like an itch I can't scratch The desire to move When I know I should be absolutely still I hear it Like a ringing in my ears Or a fly buzzing in my ear The humming of the lights It calls to me Mumbling like the dry eyes commercial guy It longs for me Like a drought stricken farmer prays for rain It commands me to dance Flitting like a butterfly sailing in a windstorm It burns Like the fever of a sleepless infant On and on it screams at me I am coming Like a wild cat at midnight It reaches out to embrace me Like little ones safe in their mothers arms Restlessly I wait For spring