1.000 pieces in a box
A friend gave me a puzzle at the beginning of lockdown. I wrote this poem in February 21 and revisited it this past February. So many puzzles we are faced with, including ourselves.
1,000 pieces in a box
My first attempt
at such a riddle.
Borders first,
set the corners,
then lost, I
observe,
jumbled fragments.
Bright colours,
similar designs.
Lots of sky,
dark waters.
A boat takes shape
then, a green hut.
Tons of letters,
for sure a sign.
Words, faces!
Children, men.
No bodies,
only sand.
Days turn to weeks.
Some barren
where I glare
full of questions.
January turns to February
roofs, waves, and sky
are missing.
Shapes
don’t always make sense.
Change my approach.
Turn around pieces
sit with a tile to find its roof,
witness morsels of water
to draw the pier.
At last the heavens!
A blue is wrongly placed
remove the culprit,
to find its right fit.
One evening,
there it is!
A scene I recognise.
1,000 pieces connected.
Leslie Jones February 2021/February 2024
