1

the edges are all straight

in a puzzle, unlike a cliff

where the edges are pronounced

suddenly in a fading scream

falling away somewhere below

 

2

I am a puzzle piece. I try

to fit in, to be a part; yet

every thing’s so inconsequential

when scattered across a table

 

3

with a gasp, a slow hand grasps

at an edge, desperate like a juggler,

too late, after an errant ball

 

4

a puzzle piece slips from the table’s

edge, falling unnoticed to the floor

 

5

a pebble ticks the rock face as it falls

 

(July 30, 2018)