Puzzle

by Susie Sweetland Garay

Here we are
struggling to
make the pieces fit
like some
oversized puzzle
Ancients left for us
in the desert
with so many
possibilities
no one will ever
agree on its
meaning or
significance.

Maybe we are
all right. And
all perishable
like a fading
star, burning
itself out,
or farm house
taken back by
the life
surrounding
her.

We walk over
hallowed ground,
touch stone that
has been carefully
placed and shaped,
created for some
Godly purpose
we no longer
understand.

The words we
speak are hollow.
No one here
is as brave
or lovely
as we once
thought we were.