A Poem
It starts all jumbled up
Pieces upside down
or facing the wrong way
You’re not sure where to start
It doesn’t look like there’s enough pieces
Are some missing?
All the pieces have to fit together
for it to be done
Sometimes it looks like you found the right piece
But it doesn’t fit
You can turn it around and around
or try it in a different spot
or give it up
come back to it later
You have to stop,
Step back
Look at the whole thing
even with the missing pieces
Keep checking the picture on the box
Imagine what would fit there
Try to see it
Search for it
When you find it
See if it fits
Start with the border
Once you get that, everything else comes together
When you get enough of the pieces
The rest come easier
When it’s all done
A complete creation
Separate pieces, now one
It makes sense
Seems so easy
How could you not have seen it?
Now that it’s done
You’ll always see it
A Memory Forgotten
Does it evaporate
Like a puddle after a sun shower
Or chip away
Like a week-old manicure
Or does it wear away
Like a piece of a Coke bottle tossed by the ocean
Maybe it’s gone
Never to be seen, heard, felt, smelled or tasted
Again
Or is it always there
Always lingering
Stuck
Like a song in your head
A Peasant Feast
A wedding in a barn
hot food on a humble platter
wine poured from jugs
feasting at a communal table
noisy conversation
musicians standing
a small boy licking his fingers
a grinning bride
A peasant wedding
so different than a gentleman’s
so real and undisguised
no ornate costumes
no formal dances
no silver goblets
no polite conversation or excessive manners
instead a simple, genuine, joyous celebration
A peasant wedding feast
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