FAKE CREATORS

• A perfect moment,
  Always poised between
  The skeletal start
  To the flair-filled finish
  And oftentimes
  Lost midway,
  Is never to be.
  Sunrise, waterfall, rain,
  Rainbow, birdsong,
  …. all perfect,
  The creation of
  An unconscious genius,
  The unseen hand, the unexplored mind
  But can never be replicated
  By the ever-thinking mind.
  But try we do
  Like children scaling peaks
  With small imaginary fingers.
  Midnight hours lost in chiselling perfection
  And a morn paints us
  As mere fake creators