Imperfection, So Perfect

Imperfection, So Perfect

A Poem by Brigid Cooley

If you Google search images of the Grand Canyon, you will see proof that the Earth, in all its beauty, has stretch marks.

Go YouTube videos of Mt. St. Helens erupting during the era of Michael Jackson and shoulder pads.

Nature has mood swings too.

In the winter, birds leave their homes and look for a place that is warmer in order to find comfort.

Sometimes, you have to leave in order to find comfort.

Clouds cry.

Winds can be destructive.

Branches fall when they are being weighed down by too much.

Approximately 5 million people a year travel to see one of Earth's stretch marks so that they can gasp at its wonder; yet, we continue to cover up our own.

Are we afraid that someone might look at our imperfections and think that they are beautiful?

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Holding the Sky and Other Extreme Sports

Holding the Sky and Other Extreme Sports 

A Poem by Brigid Cooley

Do you ever sit on the floor of your bathroom and just cry?

I do.

I let the water run so that the tears can run down my face.

Then, the ceiling collapses on top of me.

In Greek mythology, Atlas was condemned to a life of holding the Sky on his shoulders for the rest of forever.

Some people think he held the World, but no...the Sky weighs much more.

I understand his burden.

The moon is 238,900 miles away.

If I could make the time, I'd fly there.

Envision storm clouds clashing with sun rays.

That is how I feel.

A juxtaposition of a soul.

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