Perfection


Perfection
Don’t want anything less
Nights and nights
In my room
With heavy eyelids
And cramps in my hand
And Still-

Nothing

Back to the Drawing board
Hands to my face
Rubbing my eyes
The smell of Pine
Wafting through my window
I work and I work

A mystery
Will something happen
I fail and I fail


And then…

Something happens!

Something Good

The Clouds Go By

Lying on the ground
Grass tickling my neck and ears

Clouds drift overhead

The gentle breeze
Blows across my face
Tossing my hair
Back and forth

Trees stand tall;
Pillars reaching for the sky

I listen as birds twitter
Watching the clouds go by