Loose Ends

My favorite PJ’s are coming apart at the seams

Literally

It is only a matter of time

Until they end up in the trash

But

Unraveled is unraveled

Sometimes it feels like life is unraveled

all those loose ends

things started

and unfinished

all those things

left to be done

grants

sermons

bulletins

manure

they all call

“deal with me”

‘finish me”

and here I sit

watching the snow drift down

out of the sky