(Im)Perfect

Uncertainty colors the horizon

Clasping at the standard, precision aimed

In a quest for perfect;

I prefer The Perfect Imperfect.

Prodding at the mind with

Image, imagination, insight;

The star in the sky, a sliver in time that knows no standard;

He/She/It is the Perfect Imperfect.

Eyes cast upward framed by the cascading 

horizon, I dwell on what could become.

The young man on the beach path known 

to me only in this moment as the shadows 

of our existence cross making reflected, refracted rainbows

like two crystals in sun.

Anonymous prisms casting our perfect 

onto the sand dusted pathway between sun, sea, and sky.

Budding infants dance on the rough calluses

Of its open palm, eyes to the moon,

Make horizons of our smiles, and skylines of our winks.

Forever upholding the standard of

Perfect Imperfect. 

-Nicole Ostlund