At the heights of
understatement, this is a praise
as faint as a swoon

that had been a trip and
fall when comprehending the true value
of hopes and dreams.

For so many of us,
minor moans are the only way to cope
with expectation and

inevitability, as good as it looked
when ordering or falling deep in love
or trimming a hedge.

Practically flawless seems
the better bet, some inherent reserve
in the technical possibilities;

some secular rationale for
not going too far in the praise and worship
as well as everything deferred.