Puzzle Peices

Sunday, June 17, 2007

Two pieces of the puzzle lay on the counter.
They cry out, "Take me! Take me to where it is that I belong!"
Drowsy eyes trail over to look at the almost finished creation.
But there isn't a place where you belong.
A gentle hand picks up the one piece and looks at the design.
Nowhere on the entire picture does it fit.
But the two fit together perfectly with each other.
Each small curve hugging the curve of the other piece.
A confused finger runs across the pair.
The surface is perfect.
A perfect match.

But the designs are different.