Only Begun

Searching, no, rummaging in the storage closet

Looking for pictures that might work f or a project,

I get sidetracked in the past, proof before my eyes

In living color. I used to be thinner, brighter, younger.

And I suddenly hunger for that energy

That purpose that pursued power.

And then to be confronted with the proof of another trait

As I walk through the house. There is evidence everywhere.

I start so many things that I don’t finish.

Proof one is this poem that I dropped my project for

Then there’s the basket by the rocker that had three afghans started

Books stacked with little post- its, part of a gift idea;

Files to be cleaned out half done

How many good intentions have I only begun?