Long years of mistakes
have led me to this one correct moment.
It may be proof of something I don’t understand
which I will not call either
God or luck; all I will gratefully call
is your name, and say that
the road to this moment was crude
and raw and rough but your eyes
and hands are a blessing and
a prize, and this life I’ve led
has had in fact
no mistakes at all.
Dark Matter 