for the longest time
i’ve wanted
to ask
aunt bea
why she keeps those
far less
than
perfect
childhood sculptures
we made
mixed in
with
her
fine porcelain
aunt bea
said
those of us
who have
maintained
some level of sanity
are aware
of
our imperfections
and
are able to
carry on
while some folks
fervently pursue
what does not
exist
perfection
becoming
paralyzed
absorbed
into
the social madness
of
life
those early
artistic endeavors
of yours
were made
with
love
and
innocence
and as such
are
perfect
waiting
for the right time
when
everything aligned
like
prophetic stars
in the night sky
so
there could be no
confusion
or
doubt
about the message
or
willingness to share
but
by that time
there
was
no one
to
listen
Read Between the Minds 