Every time you turn me to face you
it is clear that I have only ever
made one faultless mistake.
I am humbled to dust.
Why did I turn away from you?
Why did you turn me away?
Now all that’s left is this prayer…
Please, dear self…
No more mistakes.
Keep me awake to you.
Always this moment…
Oh ha ha!
Even sincerity fades in our laughter.
As if there could be anything else.
Oh love. What an extraordinary gift is this?
… How does this poem land with you?
What’s your experience with making mistakes… or not?
Please share your thoughts with me in the comments below.