THE CORNER PIECE

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

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A website of Poems and Short stories
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