Drew Fitting

Edges and Eternity
Puzzles come to me with sharp edges
Spills itself across the table 
Dares my mind to make sense of it

All of their corners and colors;
A thousand almosts
Waiting for a click of certainty

Mystery does not spill
It arrives whole
A quiet presence filling the room 

The puzzle speaks to me, “Try harder.”
Mystery says, “Be still.”
I bend and look over the shattered fragments

Triumphant when sky meets sky
But when the mystery opens like light through stained glass
I can only stand inside of it, solved.
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