Lost In Perfection
I slowly wake with the sun
Illuminating the darkness
A sanctuary for dreams
A sheltered and cozy morning inside
A mug in hand as I write about existence
The sky outside is white,
the color of cold
But also of a blank canvas
Painted blue upon our departure
to Arches National Park
Towers of sandstone
The vibrant colors of red
stare back at us
Striking in their forms
of tall, of short, of winding, of leaning, and of fallen
The contrast
between the rightness of nature
In its imperfection
Leads me to wonder why perfection
is the golden ticket in this life
Among nature, I find a balm to the future
I can breathe freely
And be in the moment
I look out at the expanse of rock formations and
snow-shrouded mountains
All highlighted in the golden hue of the sun
Noises of laughter find me in my corner of contemplation
There are many lessons to be learned from nature
I don’t look at the ground and think it’s beautiful
I find myself transfixed with awe
when I place my gaze upon the mountains
This is beauty to me
And yet I look at myself and wish I was flat ground
When I am and can be a mountain
Jagged and magnificent, unlike no other
It is simple
Imperfection is beautiful
-Sophia Green
