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By tairhart Date: 2001 Sep 30 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.30.13.16.25104]] |
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The Puzzle Tairhart September 30, 2001 to Lisa, the piece I am missing. I'm missing a piece of the puzzle that is me, it's the piece that holds all the other pieces together. The middle piece, the anchor. The other pieces of me, my job, my motivation, my enthusiasm, All these are there, but hang together loosely. I had this piece, but never put it firmly into place. I allowed it to sit there, not completeing the puzzle, allowing things to shift and move. Somedays they stayed in place, completing this picture of me, other days they became too loose and the picture of me became unclear. One day I took this piece and found it to fit perfectly and I placed it firmly. The puzzle held together, everything in it's place and making sense. The picture of Tony, of life, of reason became apparent and clear. It was so simple a move and so right when it was firmly in place. But, something bumped the table, and this piece again became loose. As hard as I try to keep it in it's place, this piece escapes. It's there, just out of my reach, searching for it's place on it's own. My picture cannot be complete without this piece, but has it fallen under the table, lost to me? I have searched and anguished over this piece. Now, only time will bring this piece back to this puzzle of me. No other piece will work. Until then, I am incomplete, resting, waiting, until that piece appears and I can fit it firmly into place, never to allow it to be moved again. The you will see the picture of me. |