Five Hundred Pieces
The creation does not manifest itself
Just like the days that surround us
the piece I possess will unlock
the piece I possess will reveal
Unsure why the effort ever was initiated
without the effort of coordination
between hand and eye,
without hours of problematic solving and cursing
without deliberate testing between pairs of pieces
that appear to be identical.
we find ways to make our ends meet
unsure what our next move might be
certain that we will find the tile
that spurs inspiration
or a moment of mastery.
all the mysteries of the world
all our earthly perplexities
aware the completion is only another beginning
I sort through the five hundred pieces anyway
confident that the closure
of the multidimensional looking glass
will produce an image I�ve yet to understand.