Time Does Not Matter (1)

It is a late start,
after a few false starts
but here you are
back in the ressurection biz,
You are never out of work.
There is always something to repair.
It is the nature of things to fall apart.
and so, late start and all,
you begin again,
starting with yourself.
There’s work to do
and time does not matter.

About this poem.

As is so often the case, I preach and write poems to myself. I was sick over the New Year’s holiday. That norovirus that is going around the country. I had plans for New Year’s. Work to do. Didn’t happen. Didn’t happen yesterday either. A smidge of it might happen today if I can stay awake. No matter. There’s always work to do. About restoration. About people. About myself. Poetry is never about one thing.

The picture was taken in Whitehall, NY.

Tom