Unstarted

… in the middle of things.
An orphan leaf from a book
on the other side of the world.
It's how we experience
almost everything from
conversation to catastrophe.
And even those vicarious
things whose beginning we
control - like films or novels -
are incomplete, since
your attention wanders like
mine has begun to, now.
Much worse though,
don't you think, perhaps,
is a poem that remains
determinedly un....