We are charged to play the pieces we are given in life.
Like a thousand-piece puzzle of only clouds, we arrange and rearrange images with promise,
Only to come undone as we force a four-pronged segment into a home built for two.
“How tiresome” we say, irked by the challenge of completing a task so daunting, so detailed.
But the pieces? They’re all there. That perfect end-result? That is there too –
A reward for those who lend their eye to detail, who worry not about the concerns of time.
“It will get finished.”
So continue on. Rotate those small parts through your anxious fingers until they find their place.
For to abandon your work halfway through, is to give up your chance to finally see the sky.