An upended box of pleasure
spills its dusty,
colorful chaos
on the table
Hands desperately fight
for order,
flipping fragments
to expose their faces
The fervent rush
to define the edge
is in stark contrast
to the relaxed calm that follows
Of reconstructing,
in focused sections,
somebody else’s picture
as your own
The final piece
sparks joy
and satisfaction
as it settles in its place
And then it’s over.
Back to chaos.