Loathing

I find fruit impossible;

Apples are too hard,

peaches are too soft,

tomatoes are too plump,

apricots are too dry,

and always a blemish, no matter how ripe.

In a living sea

I see only disappointments:

an octopus with seven tentacles,

a whale with a missing fin,

a shark with a missing tooth,

a dolphin that cannot coordinate,

an orca that's lost its wrath.

On ant hill,

I see ants with broken legs;

In a canopy,

I see trees falling over;

In a cloud,

I see imperfections;

In the sky;

I see constellations missing stars.

I loathe loathing,

and I loathe loathing loathing,

and I loathe loathing loathing loathing,

And I loathe it all.

I am only what I am not.