Finding my Shape
Updated: Sep 24, 2020
She picks up
The moon-shaped brick.
How can she not understand that
It goes through the moon-shaped hole?
Yet time after time it is slammed
Into hard, straight edges;
On incongruous angles
And shoved right through uncomfortable polygons, end to end.
Until one morning,
The moon-shaped brick found its way,
And though it needed a little help
To face the empty space head-on,
Through it posted.