I sat down this morning and spread the fragments across my desk. Next to each I lay the carefully constructed explanations. Piece after piece connects and tells a private story of why. The crowd begins to knock and then pound and then beg to come in. A slight change in breath as I continue despite their demands. Careful fingers pick up, replace, figure, fit, squeeze, release, try again.
As the clock grows dizzy the picture finds itself. The last piece fits in and the door crashes open. They laugh and wonder and quiz my time. I smile and reply, "Good things come to those that wait"...