The Puzzle Table
Upon our table lies a mismatched world
of jungle animals and ocean blue
a pile of puzzle pieces to push through
a pasture where a tree stands bare and gnarled.
Last month our strategy was on borders
each male connects with female piece in line
to create frame around this subtle shrine
where fingers slowly fulfill our orders.
How long does puzzle sit here on table?
We really do think about the end,
what worlds the next puzzle will bring to us.
Yet, everyday we piece our own fable,
we’ll sit and look for pieces we should tend,
each piece important, not superfluous.
“Hello Frida I have always loved you.”
I ponder piecing together her brow
a reconstruction brought back to the now
to remember how passion bloomed and grew.
Through art I found love once waiting for me,
the brushstrokes of her hair each puzzle piece
this putting together brings me some peace
to know the whole will be something to see.
Sometimes the puzzle seems too great to solve
each connection seems stalled by the details
or sky scapes changing the faintest of hue.
Sometimes these problems will not find resolve,
a sailboat on the ocean never sails,
we will not finish with our puzzle glue.
This table a dedication to toil
the work this world requires to find answers
within the puzzle lies so many cures
the puzzle sits here, quiet and loyal.
As household activity builds and grows,
the young, the old, will stop and stand awhile
to make a connection and offer smile
a contribution towards some green meadows.
No time to wonder when it will be done
throughout a day of chores and many tasks
the puzzle table sits and waits for me.
No time to wonder if this life is fun,
throughout the day we wear so many masks,
to stop and contemplate and try to see.
My home a shrine to this puzzle table,
the many Scentsy candles lit nearby
to hold a piece in solemn prayerful try
and finish strangers faces when able.
Maybe to finish this puzzle by night,
to let the glue dry as I fall asleep,
between the cardboard cracks the glue will seep,
a frame will make this art a pleasant sight.
There will be a table dedicated
to hold a puzzle of my deep desire
when days are simply here to provide sun.
When puzzle’s closure authenticated
by glue to follow us as we retire
to dream of quiet times never undone.
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