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Piecing things together

Has always been something of an interest of mine.

Sussing out a piece here, a portion there

Trying to figure how the different bits

Fit into the whole,

How they all combine,

Finding out what it will look like

Once all the parts are joined together,

The big picture,

The one that can only be seen clearly

From afar,

From the outside.

The parts have their stories, too.

But they reveal their secrets

Only to those who observe closely enough

To make acquaintance, gain familiarity.

And oh, the stories they can tell!

But what they cannot tell you

Is what resides in the heart’s

Of those other pieces lying outside

Their orbits, or their stories,

Their contributions to the puzzle.

They have their tales to tell also

And they all differ,

One from the next,

Like all things.

And yet

They all combine—

These disjointed pieces–

Like notes in a chord,

Consonant, concordant,

And setting aside, for the moment

Their own concerns

To make meanings beyond the ken

Of any one of them alone,

They join as a chorus of one

To sing their truths freely

For anyone with an ear, and the mind

To hear them.

Tim Konrad

December 8, 2020