I pour over puzzle pieces, longing
to connect the flat paperboard cutouts
into tongue and groove combinations calling forth
a jigsaw riverboat paddling the Missouri,
or a southwestern pepper fair, people dancing.
For hours I can be in someone else’s picture.
Mine is a raging pandemic, fierce wildfires,
and months of shelter-in-place, while outside,
a thirsty lawn suffers from drought and my neighbor’s
thread bare COVID-19 mask clings to rocks between driveways,
six-feet-away from everything.
to connect the flat paperboard cutouts
into tongue and groove combinations calling forth
a jigsaw riverboat paddling the Missouri,
or a southwestern pepper fair, people dancing.
For hours I can be in someone else’s picture.
Mine is a raging pandemic, fierce wildfires,
and months of shelter-in-place, while outside,
a thirsty lawn suffers from drought and my neighbor’s
thread bare COVID-19 mask clings to rocks between driveways,
six-feet-away from everything.
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