On Resolve and Resolutions

Last week it occurred to me that I am 52 this year, and that,

coincidentally, my height is 5’2” and, since

(1) there are 52 weeks in the year (crazy right?) and

(2) I did not make any New Year resolutions,

that perhaps I should do one thing a week.

A poem seemed a good idea since

(1) they are short and

(2) I don’t have a ton of free time.

So, here we are at the end of January, and I haven’t even gotten

my first poem completed. This tells me two things:

(1) I am a shockingly slow writer and

(2) resolutions are stupid. ­