The Whole

All of us in this world
are made up of bits and pieces.

The failure of a father, the loving
kiss of a mother, the slap to the face,
the hug when most needed, the stomp
to the head, the shove in the right direction,
the mysteries from out of the elusive aether.

Puzzle pieces from an endless box
are continuously being dumped on to our table top
of life that you must pick up
and put together to form
a solid picture from.

Place your pieces carefully one at a time
into the spaces that fit.
Dwell not on the picture you think you see forming,
for it is an illusion, a trick
most dire to the eye and mind.

Your puzzle is not yet finished,
if it ever can be,
for how are we
to ever know
the whole.

when so many
pieces have
yet to be
placed.