Suspicious Minds

Some things are lovely.

And some things are not.

But I suppose we begin

again each day,

learning slowly to

live with the lovely

and the not.

I suppose we

learn that potted plants

can be lovely too,

and that phone calls

from parents are not.

Nor shall they ever be,

but somehow,

we learn that

it's alright.

Because life is imperfect

and it was meant to be as such,

so why make a huge fuss

over the slight details?

After all,

it's nice to look at a painting up close

sometimes, but after a while the paint

lines just turn into squiggles and unfocused

things looking much like lemons,

so we take three steps back,

breathe a little bit

and look at the larger painting

as a whole.

And we realize

lines are lovely,

but so is the whole painting.

And we realize

life is lovely,

but sometimes it's not.

And that's a-ok in my book.