I Have Never Wanted
I have never wanted to
write
the perfect poem, only
the im
perfect, as the human is
as the stone
underfoot's not
perfect
but perfected by its being
stone:
the poem
perfected
by its being
and me being
human
also that.
I have always wanted the
under
side of things, the side
shaded
by moss, the coolness under
the walkway
stone, the silver and
spotted
backside of the Elaeagnus
leaf.
I have
always
wanted the elegance
of the unseen
when the
light
first comes through and the shine
was
(is) there all the time
wanted:
I have
always wanted
the poem
perfected.