Sunday, July 7, 2013
Tumbling the Mosaic
In my youth I had little patience for the squiggly shaped pieces.
There were so many with varying shades not varied enough
and I rarely could make them fit.
In my teens, squiggly and odd-fitting, I was too uncomfortable
and lost to put pieces together.
In my young adult years, the pieces were bigger, heavier
too hard to hold when you have a baby, a husband,
a paper due and shift to tend to.
Then the crisis hits and who gives a shit about puzzles?
Funny, puzzle pieces are varying shades and while not varied
enough they are sturdy, squiggly pieces.
I learned how not be overwhelmed with a finish
rather I'm content knowing my pieces are mine
and they make sense without fastening them neatly together.
Brian asked us to contemplate on puzzles. Rough draft. May or may not tinker with. Critique and observations welcome. Join us.