Sometimes I feel like I’m in the way.
The piece to the puzzle
with the jagged edge.
Not the one
that brings the scene ito focus.
The piece that makes one question.
“How did this one get in here?”
“It does not look like the picture!”
As the image starts to take shape,
I wonder if I still belong.
My place in time
has been altered.
All the same,
I must remember;
I have a place.
that I must