Seeking

Piece by piece, separate the thousand parts of a jigsaw puzzle,

then throw them in the air.

Did you see where the iota[s] fell?

Now, put the bits back together.

That’s what waking up is like

and sometimes my morning walks —

a time to figure out where the fragments lay.

“IT’S ALIVE!”

Raw essence there, let’s call it a warehouse;

Rocks and pretty discards new life garden…

Frankenstein’s creature, whereabouts,

the potential to create a rouse.

what’s there, don’t be a louse, COUNT, please harken:

fragile colored balls a Christmas “camp out”,

purple prayer beads, pious target;

Here and there a rubber ball, worn out.

Sharpen your wit – Frisbee disk faded pink;

What no kitchen sink (?) stare down;

bright-colored pebbles, black dirt, Yule pine needles

Artificial flowers [from a certain cemetery]

a blue plastic bird whose wing keeps breaking off,

a heavy red mug and my favorite cat’s grave, etc.

Ardent burden, my evolving garden…