I love loose ends
The kind that take forever to tie together
And be done.
I love unfinished work --
To take eternity to perfect each part
Then start anew.
I like to leave
The last spoon of peanut butter in the jar
And put it back.
Finishes are too sad for me.
Endings are so final.
They empty the heart
And close the mind.
I love to read.
I have a shelf of books too good to finish.
I hate "The End".
I love to love
Up to the moment before it's too late to stop
And then hold off.
I love to drive
Aimless trips on unknown roads
That go nowhere.
I hate getting there.
It's so sad to be done,
To turn on the lights and leave.
I grieve to find it's over,
Time to close up and go home.
The thrill is in the going
Not the getting there.
The joy is in the wondering,
Not the knowing.
Copyright 1984, Diana W. Smith, All Rights Reserved