Camus-Pieces
by Odin Roark

Might it be…

Lives are merely spent
Putting fragments of one’s picture
Into place?

Is it random
We seek as children
Blocks placed to spell a word
In order to garner a smile
From Dada
Mama?

We seek a fit

By adolescence
Specific images dominate
Opposite sex
Same sex
Extreme sports
Identity sports

The journey is complex

Foreboding midlife
Roars onto the puzzle board
The making sense
Of love
Career
Images
Enigmas

The jigsaw no longer entertains

Inordinate curves
Corners
Subtleties
Don’t want to fit

Yet

Innate persistence
Shuffles old with the new
Determinate-sense the mission
Just like we were asked to believe
Our pieces were made exclusively for us

After all
We’re told
The puzzle maker is omniscient
He designed it all
He created this image
In a likeness

So…

How come the last piece
Always remains a bitch to fit