Puzzle (snippet)
Inside, I'm ragged and torn
mismatching puzzle pieces in a box with no picture to guide me
I pick up a piece but my fingers don't grip
It falls back into the fray, lost again, alone in its overcrowded home.
He pulls me together, finding the edges and laying them out
This color with that one, a glimmer of an image
It's hard to match a mess and make it all fit.
24 September 2006