a small sprint

1.) A few words

Written over a cup of tea.
They might mean something,
They might not
I won't ask them to.

2.) And in the process lost all the virtues

I spent years asking myself

what needed fixing,

how to hide every imperfection.

But nature never asked the same of itself.

I spent my time hiding

these crooked branches,

while a tree never thought to hide its own.

Rough stones keep eroding,

and wear their scars into character.
Clouds break across the sky,

and somehow, the sky remains beautiful.

Perhaps I spent too long

trying to hide what I thought was flawed

and in the process,

hid everything beautiful in me too.

3.) The thoughts we never get to finish

A beautiful thought arrives
without knocking,
and for a moment
I've found my best poem.

But then life gets noisy...

By the time I return to it
the thought has already left.
Like a visitor who didn't wait
for me to ask their name.

Perhaps my best poems
are the ones I keep forgetting.

They say a goldfish forgets
within a few seconds.
I wonder if it ever had a poem
and forgot it before the ink dried.