Puzzling

It's like madness

let out for a little while to play where it's safe

Mind still

yet charging forward

flying through all possible scenarios of a thing.

Running doesn't do it,

it's a task.

Fucking doesn't do it,

that's exercise, connection.

Jacking off doesn't do it,

that's self-care, necessity.

Sitting

At this table

Actually in control

All the pieces are here

Few, if any, surprises

A silo all to myself

Watching the art emerge

Helping the pieces create a whole

the sum of my ministry

but on my terms

In my basement

On my time

all that I can make for it

never enough

It's where music and color collide

Order and chaos kiss

The pieces and patterns call out to me

to remember them

so when I find it

When I find where it belongs I know almost immediately

One by one like the days,

stringing them together

longing to see the beauty of the complete picture in the end

When all of it will make sense

be clear

have meaning

And its thousand words

available to all.