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.