arranged to perfection;
the games of time
in this moment.
If I cross out all the wrong things
I have ever said, and take all of the things
I should have said, and maybe even
some of the things I thought of later
that I wish I had said and put them in a blender
of balance and poured out the creamy
batter on a griddle of light,
we could share some perfect pancakes
with rich coffee in the perfect early morning
mountain sunrise. Then we would
wonder down an unmapped stream.