Jigsaw Puzzle Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Jigsaw puzzle that I saw from a plane,
Jetting over the United States,
Jigsaw puzzle that I quickly flew over,
Were the different shaped pieces of my land.



So many pieces of the United States of America.



The three-thousand mile nation below,
Cut in jagged pieces though.


The way of the divide,
Caused the unified,
After gaining independence,
To show each states dependence.


To show their unique boundaries,
To show how strange they can be cut.
One big flat piece, a long shaped state,
Another called Pennsylvania a rectangle shape.



This was the state of all nations,
To showed solidarity, then a divide,
A state of a jigsaw puzzle piece,
With it's own power, shape and style.



Of how unique boundaries maintain,
The big union,
The states carved in curvy pieces,
That snap ultimately together in one.



This one called the United States of America.
The other called Asia.
One more called Europe,
Still another Africa.



Via satellite the states looked united. 
The map pieces were connected,
The jigsaw puzzle on the floor I'm playing.
The jigsaw puzzle of the pieces breaking.



The jigsaw puzzle I saw as state boundaries,
Of the continent far and wide.



People united by being DIVIDED,



Is 'one nation under God INDIVISIBLE.'