Blind faith would not have had it
intact, no visionary the end effect –
not in its glorious symmetry; I knew
nothing to compare with the impact
that colour scheme had on what my
mind’s eye told me could never be.
Perfection is cited as unattainable
without infinitesimal defect, a
human factor we live with uneasily,
and in that ‘just falling short’ one
glimpses an essence of humanity.
Crap! It is right there for all to see.
While the work is not yet complete
it has satisfied every vestige of need.
Now there is festival air where we
doubted until the painters painted the
roof wilderness green – and in the space
of an hour, this perfection fell into place.
© 13 March 2007, I.D. Carswell
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