Response to Graham Nunn on Fatherhood Day 22

Every Part of Perfection

 

The orb of earth still turns

its same elliptical course

Homer’s chariots still ride morning

Moon etches shifting silver

shapes, pale lights luminous

on land and tidal tugs the sea

Atoms appear unmoving

in our material reality

But only he is every song

soprano, every thrill of breath

precious, every touch tender

every particle of perfection.

 

© M.L.Emmett

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