Start Here
by Louise Gallagher

Start here, 
right where you stand, 
feet firmly planted
on the threadbare rug of your living room, 
close in 
to this space you occupy, 
with weary familiarity
surrounded by the clutter and quiet comfort, 
of your constant yearning 
for tomorrow to rescue you, 
from this place where you stand, 
surrounded by the books you haven't read, 
the stories you haven’t lived,
the paints still drying on the palette, 
and you, still wishing for change.

Change doesn't arrive with the turning of a calendar page, 
it comes close in to your choosing 
to begin right here, 
in this space you occupy,
where the sun struggles to peek through the blinds, 
where tomorrow's light is hidden, 
where rose-pink streamers of dawn remain unfurled 
because you haven't yet started 
here, 
where you stand, 
feet firmly planted
on the threadbare rug of your living room, 
waiting for tomorrow.