Good Enough

Where is the home for “perfection”

Where the shame shies away

Only reappears redressed

In one world with love?

I read burning pages of social fabrics

Fraught with eloquence, elegance and eminence

That my blood lacks,

And the ashes of flaming soul

Are still good enough

To engage with the conscience

Pulsating in my narrow artery.

Good enough is as perfect

As life can be,

With open hands and arms,

Stand still till birds start resting

On your open palms,

And that is good enough

To open your heart.

SoOo…perfect!

        2020

Year of the Rat