Embarkation: Renewal

It’s a story of gathering frustration,
Year after stormy aching year
But who would want to hear?
No, and I won’t keep on telling it;

I’ll toss the old tale out
And get back to work,
The real labour
Of pulling pieces back together

Or, perhaps alternatively
Build an entirely new structure,
As happens anyway
In every moment,

Although it’s difficult to discern,
As repetition predominates;
These recurring themes,
Which fume and steam.

Turning it around
Is most likely sound;
I do it again and again,
Each time I pick up the pen.

No longer wishing to dally
With past folly,
Nor to linger over
Yesterday’s topple overs;

Looking ahead
Or even right here instead,
Discarding the duds
And recollecting the proud ofs.

Already I feel better
And embrace the welcome change of inner weather,
Rather than creating more rain
Than has already rumbled down the pane.