Pick up another piece: How does it fit
into the picture we're so slowly
assembling? Or where?
Colors, shapes, images -- all a mystery,
rather like life. Today, chaos.
Maybe tomorrow, harmony,
the pleasure of finishing just
one small thing.
Then, the sheer delight
of tearing those pieces apart,
putting them away in their proper box, just so.
Would that life were so tidy.
Just playing with words each day to try to write a poem is rather like a puzzle, though working on a puzzle has more certainty. We got a puzzle from a thrift store this week. Someone took the time to put all the end pieces in a little plastic bag! Who does this? The puzzle is vibrant, simple, fun, and full of quilt images, a barn or two, little animals -- dogs and cats -- tucked here and there, among the cows. Pretty much a life far beyond our simple city life.
May all your puzzles be simple ones, easy to resolve!
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