The Question by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
As I wait for the little puzzle that is my life,
An amalgamation, mishmash, divine gorgeous mess-
to be in order, aligned and whole
...I pace.
Here, I say, push this over this way! Then, when my lifepuzzle does not fall into definable order,
I get pissed.
Well, I TRIED.
What about everyone and everything else in my stratosphere?
I go back to being puzzled.
Once upon a time, there was a toy puzzle I tried as a child, a little plastic square with sliding pieces
Was it numerical order? Some design?
I cannot recall.
I found the patience to figure it out and was satisfied
For at least a minute.
Then, of course,
I moved on.
Oh my gosh, I know this puzzle from childhood your speak of! Thank you for sharing what so many of us feel. Keep writing sister💜💜💜
As I wait for the little puzzle that is my life,
An amalgamation, mishmash, divine gorgeous mess-
to be in order, aligned and whole
...I pace.
Here, I say, push this over this way! Then, when my lifepuzzle does not fall into definable order,
I get pissed.
Well, I TRIED.
What about everyone and everything else in my stratosphere?
I go back to being puzzled.
Once upon a time, there was a toy puzzle I tried as a child, a little plastic square with sliding pieces
Was it numerical order? Some design?
I cannot recall.
I found the patience to figure it out and was satisfied
For at least a minute.
Then, of course,
I moved on.
Oh my gosh, I know this puzzle from childhood your speak of! Thank you for sharing what so many of us feel. Keep writing sister💜💜💜