A beautiful jigsaw of a puzzle


So Puzzling

Most diligently contemplated


Then Completed

Thrown to the air as confetti


In spite

I, now called to intentionality


And restore

How Big

Why will I never meet the scars, the stars I’d wished to kiss

The puzzle pieces I knew I could fit together, if given a lifetime

Why will my fingers never fumble and finally find the picture of you

How big the whole of you, the hole left in me


With tricky, new eyes
I’ll look back on these puzzling days
Whole again
Brazen somehow
Humbled, too, I hope
By how the pieces I thought held
Instead held the scattered jigsaw of me
With equanimity