the itch

it smells like
rain.
or snow.
or something wet
about to fall from the sky.
i'm bone dry
in that department.
the winter has whitened
my skin.
starched me free of
whatever summer
did last year.
i'm ready for a change.
for a new
start.
i'm waiting on a train,
for the phone
to ring.
for a message from the heavens,
telling me what
to do.
I've got an itch I
can't scratch.