all the pieces have been placed
where they originally belonged
the chaotic bag of irregular shapes
neatly arranged into a rectangle
of pink grapefruit and blood orange
tinted fragments flowing from gold
potential fully realized in a product
that was whole before it was broken
there was to be no poem
no words, no paper, no pen
no ink smudged pinky
just the simple quiet of 500 pieces
forming the sunrise and shadows
of Haleakala national park
but i am so used to daily trusting
my eyes and fingers to perform
i forgot how my mind can wander
so here i am, between the borders
of smoky-purple morning haze
and blinding yellow-white sun
turning words and cardboard bits
in my mind before picking them out
and attempting to fit them together
loosing the binds 