The Puzzle
Cambered and bulged, interlocking pieces
Find their mates and secure unique relationships.
The puzzle is still incomplete.
Smudges of blue sky and wisps of magnolias hanging on sticks of wood,
Or perhaps brick sills and trim boards painted white, decorate their fragmented existence.
Tentatively, they ask, “Are you…?”
A chaotic universe of lost friends and lovers orbits around them.
Oddities of configuration anxiously await discovery,
Overlooked and pushed away.
Turned, eyed, measured and examined time and again, success evaporates.
Hopes rise; bitter disappointment follows. No fit, no niche, no welcoming arms
Enfold them into their bosom.
Impatiently forced pieces create false illusions. Matching colors lie on
Incongruous elements. Promising partnerships, all-but-certain fits are misfits,
Momentarily quickening the pulse, ending in misery.
The tedium continues for pieces and puzzle. Maddening trials, frustrating perceptions,
Sure that no place exists to be interlocked and secure. But, there will be a last piece, and
It will find its home. He promised.