Messy Perfection

The Unmade Bed

Everything about this moment

whispers

pause, pause.

Light, shadow and beauty

demanding my attention

their subtle flirtations

eye-catching

soul fillers

Make the time

see the art

I am far from ordinary

if you'll just pause

observe me

absorb me

A soft mist rises

from the dewy lawn

Early rays 

sneak through the 

crack between the blind

and frame

resting where 

my dream-filled head 

just laid

Stop.

Don't make me perfect

Not yet.

Pause.

Look at how perfect 

I am right now

Wrinkled, softened,

like you

at fifty eight

like you were

at seventeen

and thirty two

Like you have been

Always

but were too hurried 

or too young

or too unbelieving

to notice

Standing now

viewing the unmade bed

while the world outside this gallery

swirls madly

rushing

going

 I frame this moment

my private Louvre

Paint me!

Photograph me!

Capture me!

Feeeel me.

See the beauty no one else can see

I won't be here long

so don't ignore me

Pause

Just pause