Here
                                               
©2009 By Alice Walker

Here
I
Inhabit
The world
Of
Wabi-sabi:

Anything
New
In
This
Place
Aged
Long
Ago.

There is
Nothing
Without
Nicks
&
Dents
Scratches
&
Rips;

Both
Night
Gown
&
Table
Cloth
Have
Holes.

This is not
Because
Once
Upon
A
Time
I was
Poor:

Poor,
We
Would
Have
Hated
This.

It is
That
Now
I imitate
What
Leonard
Calls
The
Real
Masterpiece:

Some
Part
Of which
Is
Always
Tearing
Dissolving
Rotting
Being
Blown
Away
By
Wind
Or eaten
Up
By
Bugs.

The
Wabi-sabi
Of
Earth
Makes
Us
Want
To let
Our stairs
&
Our
Chairs
Creak;

To let
Our
Teenagers-
Tattered
&
Pierced-
Be
Our
Cars.