guaranteed to miss

The first strawberry picked
a day early,
the chorus entered twelve bars
late. Stare at the sun
you can't see behind the moon screen
of the kitchen window.

A son returns,
a grandson turns 
from a camera flash,
and the anniversary of demise
lands on the calendar again.

Only eternity
outlasts confusion.

The certain heart fills
a certain part of
the puzzle, the outlook
and the in, look like rain
before drizzle.

I put off penning,
the blank page no calmer
than this stage of our lives.

This too is perfect,
no matter the grammar.

Will SchmitComment