1,000 Pieces

I took apart a puzzle today
to clear off the coffee table
and clean up the living room.

Watching the picture crumble apart in my hands
and disappear into overturned pieces
and scattered images

felt like stealing the truth.

light and guard, rule and guide

what must it be like
to let the tragedy of death
befall us;
to stand back
and watch as we experience
what they have been keeping us from
all our lives.

what a strange moment —
the sorrow and the anguish
of letting us die
and the joy of meeting,
of the first look in our eyes
when we are able to look back into theirs,

and they can finally bring us
away from this world
and into the next,
the one where we have always belonged.