Day Twenty-One, Poem #21 - Overwinding the Watch

Overwinding the Watch
NaPoWriMo #21 – flawed perfection

Homogenous flowers in straight rows
are akin to wrinkleless skin,
to the unbruised banana on its
one day of nascent ripeness,
to the vacation where everything
is so intricately timed that there is
nothing whatsoever to remember it by.

When my life is done,
when my watercolor tins have
showed their metal innards
(even in the corners),
when my tea has grown bitter
and tepid, please let it be said
that I overwound my watch,
that I let loose words in
wrong orders
and that I carved my name in
inappropriate places,
that I have been full of flaws
without the embarrassments
of any perfection.