Imperfect

Imperfect

Child.

Little body,

head too big,

falling down.

Puppy ramble.

Half a cloud

amongst the

 cumulous.

Limping,

borrowing balance

just a step

from a fall.

Near dried

puddle

never a chance

for a lake.

Baby oak

by the

highway,

for now.

Unfinished rainbow,

better than

none.

One winged

bird

happy to walk.

No flake

of snow

ever

matching.

Sunrise,

sunset,

always unlike.

Prints

on our

fingers,

like those

flakes of snow.

When

does the

sea

ever

stay blue?

Never rain

forever,

nor sun,

but just so.

Bumblebee

flies,

because he

does not

know

he can’t.

I was born,

replete

with faults.

No year,

ever

akin

to one

before,

or after.

No tear,

shed,

for all

the same

reasons.

Or smile…

She is

imperfect,

nature…

In her perfection.

 gjh 05