When imperfection heals

Catching a glimpse of the sunrise, 

Reflected in the window before me,

 I hold my phone over my shoulder 

And shoot through the screen door 

 And window behind me, 

On which there’s a decal of a bird. 

Not a perfect compromise, 

But these days are not about perfection— 

Recuperation’s the name of the game: 

Allowing my heart to express itself 

Will help my body to heal; 

Allowing my art to express itself 

Will help my heart to heal.