Wabi-sabi

 

Call it an irregularity, call

it a flaw, call it the thing’s life and soul —

the teacup a little awry, the wall

 

with one stone a tad askew. Was it planned

that way, or a happy accident? Small

asymmetries are prettier than bland

 

perfection — this is beauty that takes hold

of the eye, the heart. In the wayward hand

of its creator the world’s been made whole.

 

 

© Michael Fleming

Marlboro, Vermont

October 2021

 

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