Half Way

Halfway Down

Halfway down the stairs
Is a stair
Where I sit.
There isn’t any
Other stair
Quite like
It.
I’m not at the bottom,
I’m not at the top;
So this is the stair
Where
I always
Stop.

Halfway up the stairs
Isn’t up,
And it isn’t down.
It isn’t in the nursery,
It isn’t in the town.
And all sorts of funny thoughts
Run round my head;
“It isn’t really
Anywhere!
It’s somewhere else
Instead!”

Although I don’t know many half completed creatures or projects that look anything but ugly, still, I am disheartened that I have worked such a long, hot, hard summer and have so little to show for it, with absolutely nothing I’ve done looking even remotely beautiful. My new chain saw caused confusion and delay; the only wheels my trailer now has, are on back order; the barn needs hired expertise, for which I wait a month and pay large sums. Large trees come down in a month, with cost. Many are up to me to cut, haul, and burn, which can’t be done without the trailer. Everything is taking painfully long to progress. And I find myself chanting the gardener’s chant: next year will be better. In the meantime, I face with a downcast mood, the dreary dishevelment of unfinished business.

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2 thoughts on “Half Way”

Just a word of encouragement
I’ve been following this and have been so inspired by what you’ve undertaken, your persistence, perseverance and patience. I do hope you see better results next year. In the meantime, in the now…the process and the inspiration to others is what counts!

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