Jigsaw Puzzle

We are
Patchworked together
strange-looking
but fitting
Each piece, its own story.

The pieces stick together
They might wiggle, or shift
Or feel too snug
Or too loose to trust
The wind can whistle through the cracks
But once matched
they stick

IMG_6603Mostly we stay together
Mostly we stay intact

Sometimes you find someone
with the matching pieces

Sometimes a piece gets knocked out
or taken
Small. Large. Gone.
Lost between the cushions forever.

Feel the way the wind howls
blowing through and rattling
Making the whole puzzle feel fragile
As though it might just collapse

Until that time
when a new piece is found
and the wind stops rattling.

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