Monday, September 29, 2014


for Hilary Bettis

I look around sometimes and only see
   The mountain range of what I haven’t done—
Discovered, named, and unexplored by me—
   Begun: each one of them; completed: none.
And then I look and see the future dwindling
   Down to what I must do during what’s left:
Choose what to write and what to use for kindling;
   And then be focused, disciplined, and deft.
Panic’s the enemy—it always scatters
   My energy to every tempting notion.
I must be calm, committed to what matters,
   And always aim for movement, not just motion—
      And watch the pages slowly grow beside me
      To make the mountain that was once inside me.


Copyright 2014 Matthew J Wells


1 comment:

Molly said...

I wish I could express my similar thoughts as well, but all I can say is ditto.