Trust is the table
on which I set
the scattered puzzle pieces
that elude my assembling,
the tangled web of yarn
with its endless knots,
the “to do” list yet undone
always growing longer.
You alone can discern
the puzzle’s picture.
You alone have the creativity to knit
a scarf around the knots.
You alone understand peace
within the unfinished.
I pull up a chair
to sit at the table
and trust.