Moving

It's so hard to start
Rusted metal in the backyard
Under the warm crust
waiting to come out
be revealed
Exposed to the wind 
and the light
Spotlit on the stage
of your life
Folding clothes alone
packing boxes
Breathing the fumes 
of permanent markers
Upending an ending
Digging it up
excavating an ending
Starting a new dig
somewhere else
Taking my bike and boxes
Leaving town
Opening the door and stepping
Putting down the metal detector
and moving sand
It's so hard to start
but once it's started
I've begun
and that's how it begins
Dust off an ending
from the stack in the closet
and while you're at it
hand me a beginning