To Do, Or Not To Do

I'm between projects right now.
The gutters have been cleaned,
but like a bad administration,
they'll fill up again. I'm done
with my work on poisons
in the ponds, at least until spring,
with its promise of mayflowers
and toxic blooms. The garden is sleeping,
except for the kale which frost
and adversity sweeten.Tired of the fiction
of being a Chuck—I feel more akin
to wind and trees. At 73, what I hear
is a call that the project of projects
is having no project at all.