Even in sorrow,

missteps notwithstanding,

miscalculations unwinding,

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Even in passing,

in the meantime,

imperfect light of day,

grinding to a halt.

Fading and musing,

dozing off from mundane,

afterthoughts unyielding,

and recrimination.

Beyond the Blue,

against the mist and fog,

burning and becoming,

leaving fashion to fend unattended.

Imagination thrusting,

resolution uninvited,

even in touching,

the time seems now.

Even in awkward dance steps,

applause at the Dosado,

regrets and attendance,

capture the nuance of the moment.

Even in blunder and folly,

wouldn’t you agree,

that is just what life offers,

and I wouldn’t have it any other way.