Mystery in the Workshop
Less a person
than some grand science experiment,
the victim of a God with too much imagination,
a God too young and capricious,
always striving, changing,
leaving nothing long enough
to settle into itself,
to become comfortable,
and breaking down
to build again,
leaving me breathless and wondering
whether I am one step from perfection
or Frankenstein’s lurching monster.
About this poem
Life is changing. Again.