WANDERING THIS WEEK
through the unfinished starts –
seeds of chapters,
forgotten and tucked away.
So many sentences of substance
looking for a place to settle.
finding no home.
Walking the path
from one season to another, I am
like my dog
on the bridge
drawn left and right to every scent,
periodically peering into the waters,
trying to decide where to jump in.
nope, not here.