It’s Wrong But

Maybe this is wrong —
to learn the perfect proportion
of milk to coffee in the cup;
to learn the perfect timing
of seconds in the microwave
when the cup is poured
in order to get the perfect
drink when all is done; when
all this is done, to stand in the center
of the kitchen disheveled, rumpled
yet perfectly content to be so;

maybe it’s wrong to stand there
and say it’s ok, it’s perfect —

but it is and once it is perfect
despite the nature of the world today
and its vast discontents, its sense
of imminent danger of crushing
and juggernaut damage —

despite that moment of despair
you will sip and say,

“it’s perfect. Don’t change a thing.”

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onward,
T