Imperfect Purpose

View of a couch from the arm towards a worn out seat.

I sit on my corner of a broken down couch

and ponder the state of the world.

Beauty and bitterness

Love and hate

coexist together as swirled

strands of a common theme

of humankind and human-unkind.


Yet somehow continuing

the timeless pursuit of meaning.

The world, the couch, and I share a fate

of maintained utility amid brokenness.


With purpose.

Hopefully good for something.