Puzzle Pieces

by Judith A. Lawrence

It is often the business of life

to propel one along,

to bring together, bond,

then separate,

leaving something

of yourself behind.


Somewhat disconnected

we are loosely anchored

with ill-fitting

temporary objects of desire.


And in the contrived adjustment

we occasionally find

excess pieces falling out of pockets,

blurred photos

floating from memory,

odd puzzle remnants                          

of what was left over.