Tuesday, May 7, 2013

First Day Twelfth Hour.




Sometimes


She picks the exact stones and sticks


Scattering them in the same pattern


On the first day 


On the twelfth hour


And wait with supressed hope


Unwilling to jinx the smallest chance


Of perfection descending again


Upon the insignificant


With ambrosia in its hand.



2 comments:

Juli said...

Love this.

And I think we've all done it as well. Hoping to re-create perfection.

Launna said...

This is lovely... oh how we do search for perfection which I know is a myth... still we search:)

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