Imperfect

The smell of summer on the wind calls me out
The warmth of night calls me out
And I was caged inside the house inside myself
So went out
Turned my sight from looking for every black car
Up to the sky
Thankful for the imperfection in my eyes
Causing me to see a bent and golden twig
A slender girl arching her back
Instead of the moon
I would have held her hand
But she walked along just behind me
I would have stretched across the sky
To stand with her behind the veil
Of soft clouds
Instead I slipped beneath the trees
Thankful for the imperfection in my mind
Causing me to know my feet drifted above
The pavement, spinning beneath the leaves
Instead of long clunky steps
One by one