Have you ever been flung
off the face of the Earth?
One phone call did it.
I had my day mapped out;
wall to wall jobs pushed
against a deadline.
The pin-pulling persistent summons
tumbled into the room,
exploding in all directions.
My day disintegrated.
Jigsaw scattered, it defied my
limbo-minded effort to rebuild.
I could find no straight pieces,
let alone corners to guide me.
Scrabbling, chaos shifting,
I caught sight of one piece…a face…
a treasured face…dependant.
The day took shape.
© Marion Sharville