Monday, August 24, 2020

The Magic of Imperfection, A Poem

 We are imperfect.

That is the magic of us. 

We line our cracks

with soot and stardust. Ink. 

We plug our holes

with dreams and sweat. Cumulus. 

Drown the sound of breaking

with laughter and loud talk. Moans. 

There are wands in our tongues. 

We speak cha cha from chaos

and two step to the crescendo 

of our own alchemy. 

We are imperfect. 

That is the magic of us. 

--Journey Johnson

(Image by Kate King)