The best things in life are asymmetrical

They are curved and covered with beautiful flaws

 

life doesn’t give itself in perfect boxes

smooth and white

everything in rows, accounted for

 

the real world is wild, undulating

growing into odd shapes and bursting forth

 

 

it’s the crooks that form between locked hands

waves and snowflakes

the jagged lines on a belly that has birthed children

a half smile or quarter moon

 

the rough edges of nature

swaying boughs and broken limbs

brilliant chaos

 

it’s not organized

it doesn’t come with an easy set-up manual

you can’t just unplug or restart

despite our attempts to categorize

to tidy up

to sanitize and remove all the danger

and unpredictability

 

we may approach this in fear at first

our flat world is safer, neater, more controlled

but we’ll die there locked in square coffins

 

the best things in life are not symmetrical

they can’t be boxed

 

they are rounded and covered with beautiful flaws