The Beginning

I could spend my whole life chasing the end

for few things are more alluring than happily ever after

and no story has ever begun that way

middles are messy - the heart always is

but I understand its importance

still, I find the beginning enticing

it glitters and sings and calls out to me

draws me in closer and closer,

I want to write it, read it, live it

over and over and over

to breathe its fragrance afresh

the start of something new

nothing has proven impossible yet

all I could lose has yet to be lost

all that could be lies ahead of me still

a wide, cheerful yellow brick road

I relish the thought of where it might go