If I am a puzzle
Who got pushed off the table
Pieces flying through the air
Landing upside down
Then I’m on my knees
Reaching under the couch for the strays
Flipping over pieces one by one
Sorting them by color
Searching for the corners
To start again
And then, when I put myself back together
Piece by worn down piece
The picture printed on my puzzle will have changed
There’s no box to predict who I’ll be
So first I gather all these mixed-up pieces of me
And then – and then we’ll see
With Love,
Natalie