Gathering Wool Poem by Shelley Jones

I am at a stage in my life where I need to write.
Patti, who gathered wool, has inspired me.
Does everyone get colic in their forties?
Reassuring to hear her cure was writing.

I am not depressed.
Eating? Yes
Sleeping? Yes
Functioning? Yes, but that depends
On what it is one should be doing.

Like her, I find myself wanting to be alone,
Looking out the window,
Brooding,
Reading poetry,
Trying to write.

I have not yet found my medium
Or my form...maybe prose?
Who knows,
Now I have a dragon
Into which I can speak;

Maybe my heart can leak
Into that.
Certainly I need to write,
I am forgetting,
I cannot remember anything,
Clearly.

Functioning? Mmmm.....
But I can still use my fingers.