There is something annoying about perfection.
Like a gift, wrapped closed, pristine
the brown paper folded, taped, encircled
by paper ribbon, then tied–
here! A wild bow like straw,
like the uncouth prophet emerging from the wilds
with lips sticky from locusts and honey,
camel’s hair clothing and belt—known simply
as The Baptizer.
Scraggly, unblemished, and unknown.
We resist opening and shedding
this rugged, ravishing beauty
that we might deflower it, steal its power
And reveal that not all things are possible.