Life should come with a warning label,
a ‘Slippery When Wet’ sign
to be hung on foreheads;
a demarcation of disillusion
that could lower our expectations.
But in the very slickest slip
is contained the charm,
the whimsy,
the vulnerability
painted in uncertainty
which brands our flutterings
as human –
imperfection perfected,
the mark of
Craftsmanship Divine.