Thursday, February 28, 2013

Perfect Imperfection

So you deliver this to my feet, dear universe,
a sight to behold that grabs my hand
and steals me from the past
 
to help me forget what I was
and remember who I am
 
This is fleeting
and temporary
an offering, I know
to let me know
that you are listening
 
I will savor it
and let it lift me
to where you want me to be
 
and I will smile
when it’s time to go
and be thankful
 
for this gift
that finally set me free.