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