One Big Jigsaw Puzzle [sonnet]
We are all just pieces in each other’s
sacred puzzles; sometimes fitting wholly
to the next ones just like blood-born brothers;
other times connection meets more slowly.
With some we never will connect at all —
at least not in the physicality
of time and space on this occasion’s trawl
through parallel dimensionality.
But if, as one huge jigsaw, we are full
enmeshed and clickly dovetailed on all sides
what foolishness it is to finger pull
and trigger euphemistic homicides.
To take another life creates a hole
upon our tapestry’s collective soul.
© 2012, Alan Morrison