Like a puzzle, we put together the pieces—
framing our thoughts, studying the board
deciding what fits where, arranging,
re-arranging until the picture we’ve created
makes sense, everything in its rightful place.
Yet sometimes we think it done, only to find
a piece has gone astray. We search high and low
to no avail, only to discover much later
that the piece was not gone, but hiding in plain sight
waiting to be found, to become part of the whole.
Sometimes we stare too long, trying to discern,
even trying to make things fit where they do not belong.
Some things cannot be rushed, they unfold
as they should, in their own time, not in ours.
And as the puzzle unfolds, we discover correlations
with our own life: words, lines, actions, emotions—
all are small parts of a very large picture.
And sometimes we must step back to see
the beauty of what we have created.
© Ginny Brannan 2024
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