To turn, perhaps to begin
Wondering as always,
And what do I have?
Not educated and wordy and complex
Not much to make you chew and grapple
The very place I've always had
The very block
of starting and stumbling
Have I begun before today?
Have all these years been so guarded
by everything I'm not and never will be?
To turn, perhaps a quarter turn
Wondering as always
If the guard will give up the ghost