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.