A Frame of Nature

In the imperfection of creation

Lies the fallibility of genes

The oddness in craftsmanship

And the erosion of time and age

Nature’s heirloom nurtured to perfection

By the synergy of providence

Where jigsaw puzzles are filled

By the naked eye

And all of imperfection unites on a retina

To etch the perfect frame – a color photograph 

Where god resides in the science of unreason

As units of evolution dissolve in a mental picture

As figments of perfection

On a single arras of timeless memory