Embracing imperfection

 Embracing imperfection

Clearing moss, unlovely in the cracks between, 

terrace tiles 

I studied plump-bellied pots, two rows, in symmetry 

and thought of imperfection, cracks and breakages 

the terracotta winter-split and gaping

its luscious curves spattered and spoiled, pock-marked 

sadly battered. 

Here’s not a lovely patina, age tattooing a texture 

nor is the creeping moss embellishment. 

I stood and wished for liquid gold to pour into the cracks 

filling the flaws 

for kintsugi art, ancient, its beauty 

embracing imperfection. 

25th February 2021, Hounoux