A puzzle

pic. Pavel Kaplun

Just like a puzzle.
At first, transfixed with disgust, staring at the heap of messy, disordered fragments.
But once I start to put those pieces one by one, fitted together,
the picture, once merely a fatuous delusion, becomes real.

There are things. Many things.
The things that I've never wanted, I've never needed.
And some pretty things, with dormant beauty.
It's hard to let go, any of them, and it's hard to keep, all of them.
What to let go and what to keep.
I sit down and stare at the pieces.
And then I look at the capricious, unsettled frame and the picture which has started to unveil.

Keep all of them, I say, just keep them somewhere, since I need all the pieces in the end, every single piece is needed to fill the small holes and to complete the puzzle.

I have bought a puzzle, a huge one.
I unpacked it and poured the pieces into the ever-changing frame.
Put one piece at somewhere.
Then it's time to indulge in the disturbance.
Take your time and enjoy.
A puzzle of puzzles. It's will take my whole life to complete.