Bits and Pieces.

There are those.
There are those who piece their life together
with clean cut straight edged lines;
delicate, precise, deliberate.
Proceed with caution measure out
draw a plan then follow it through
eliminating error.
For if the outline is already there, where’s the room for doubt?

Then there are those.
Then there are those who collage their life together
with scrappy rips of torn edges;
eclectic, layered, robust.
Throw caution to the wind
a blank canvas waiting to be plastered
paste it on.
For if you jump right into it, outline or not, where’s the time for collecting dust?

Then if
Then if life is a mosaic
and in the end all pieces fit,
it shouldn’t matter how it’s created
what matters is that it was made at all,
that an art so beautiful could be made from bits so small.