Unexpected, the gift is
the rough edges –
when my tendency is
to play it straight
to stay in the lines
to let the lines define me.

Unexpected, the gift is
the rough edges –
torn, not perfected,
completely unexpected
when so much time
was devoted to line.

Unexpected, the gift is
the rough edges –
that do not become ledges
to jump from when
the lines are not straight
or things do not line up.

Unexpected, the gift is
seeing past the lines
that try to confine
even when the ego alleges
there’s something so comforting
about straight edges.