The pieces float.
Disjointed and in disarray;
Migrating about they bump into each other
and effect each other
without becoming a cohesive whole.
They never form a picture in my mind.
Yet I know that they should.
I think that this is what it must be like to go crazy…
And then I wonder…
Does that mean that’s where I’m headed?
I just want the pieces to snap together.
I grasp at them
and try to force their edges together,
hoping that they will hold tightly
together as all fitting pieces do.
But the forming picture
always crumbles and falls away…
I am left with nothing
but prettily colored shapes
cut from cardboard.