Jigsaw Poem by Anne Higgins

Jigsaw



Begin the puzzle; there is no escape.
Restore the upturned ruins of the night;
They do not match by color but by shape.

The pieces grow in number, shrink in size.
The shadows pull us closer to the light.
Begin the puzzle. There is no escape.

The broken sky compels us to awake;
the scattered shreds of mountains dim our sight;
They do not match by color but by shape.

Remark the texture of the curves and planes.
Stand back and focus mystery's delight;
Begin the puzzle; there is no escape.

The New Year dawns upon the ritual;
We put the sky together, fitted tight;
It does not match by color, but by shape.

We feel and test; we fail and find. We rise.
Return the picture to component shards:
Begin the puzzle. There is no escape.
It does not match by color, but by shape.

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