Perfection and Consequence

It’s the instinct to shiver tangled in the wind
Twisted, knotted, and hung on the warm mist--
Streaming out and shuffling in
Its heaviness won’t be what I remember but the stitched guilt
Quietly, calmly, now I’ve gone

The other too busy begging under nail splatter drops of maroon
While I cried over the flow staining the water below
And it was just as easy to swirl away
This November, like two Novembers ago
Nearing the day I grow old
Caught alone…

Ever grateful for faithful friends
Blessed I can smile, guilt free
With them, their ‘wretched’ flesh
Never have I the need to be cleaner than…well, just me
Though, my heart still has room…room for love

Perfection, an expensive illusion
A history in circles and fixed
I shall not exchange peace for eternity
Not I
Not me

Susie E.
11.18.2008