The Puzzle Of Life Poem by David Taylor

After some time sifting through
the myriad of pieces
he found four 'corner stones'
and carefully put them in place
and faced with a bewildering array
of shapes and colours
he decided to start at the edge
and work his way to the centre.
Each piece that had a facet
both straight and true
he put to one side
and joined them to make
a frame of reference.

What next he thought
how to find the whole picture?
He began somewhat randomly
trying a variety of pieces
in many places.
His haste and optimism
sometimes pressing them into places
where they did not sit with ease.
Perhaps the maker
did not cut them all true he mused.
But through errors revealed
by the other parts
correctly placed
he grew to trust the feel,
if its place was true.

His attention refining
and with clearer sight
of the whole
that was emerging
he speeded in his task
with each step more sure
that each piece was right.
And as he neared the end
it was as if his hand knew
without thinking where to go.
He watched with nothing left to do
as formed in front of him
the image he had always known
was there but before
strangely fragmented
in his ardent stare.

Now it is complete
and displays for real
the splendour that is whole, complete.
where before, for creations sake
a puzzle did the maker make?
What now he mused
perhaps another has
a puzzle not yet made whole
in his sight.
Perhaps he may be of some help
if they would call and ask
how to see just one
in the seeming many
that need be joined
until the puzzles solved.