It’s often true that close is good enough
and perfect isn’t just precisely what
you want when you are forty. Let it hang.
Precision and perfection is the death
of spontaneity. Color outside
the lines. Set free, unleash your inner child
and celebrate the squiggles and the mess.
The game is on the line. You’re forty feet
from winning. All you have to do is sink
the put, but you decide a perfect put
destroys perfection, close is good enough.
You’re forty stories high. The cable’s tight
and you decide that all you have to do
is sort of walk the cable. Close will do.
It doesn’t matter if you put your feet
precisely on the cable. Close will do.