If there was a better way
a better time, place, mood,
world- I did not know about it.
For what is each new second but
an opportunity to learn of past failures
the river card reveals that you would have won
a poker hand long since folded.
The dike breaks, say,
and all the past flows
takes us all in its current
If all that came before was still-wet clay
to be moulded by our present selves
would we ever stop tinkering?
A masterpiece exists because the painter
stepped back and refused to add
one more brushstroke.
What I could have said
it’s best to let statues stand as they are.