NOW WHAT?
Sacramental Puzzling
When a piece goes missing
Oh, for boxes topped with pretty portraits and landscapes reminding us how to reassemble the pieces of ourselves, our lives
when all is a jumble, double-sided just to make it more difficult, and a corner piece goes missing — deliberately, mayhap?
Perhaps I’ll cut a piece from the Amazon box I’d flattened for composting and with hot glued faith
in the stars’ kind wisdom
fashion a cornerstone trusting my inner architect — wild Amazonian high priestess of Athene and Aphrodite – to rebuild the outlines. Filling in the rest of it as needed,
piggybacking with me astride Pegasus’s sister.
©Jenine Bsharah Baines 2021
I can’t remember not loving puzzles, whether they’re the boxed kind or in book form as mysteries.
Life’s more painful puzzles, however…hmm, not so much.
Speaking of pain, this poem’s first verse arose from the wreckage of a trashed poem. Talk about reassembling the pieces!
Thank you, Jean Carfantan, at Queen’s Children for the home for my sacramental musing. Thank you, dearest readers and kindred lovers of the puzzle called poetry.
Love.
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