Picture Puzzle Piece
by Shel Silverstein



One picture puzzle piece
Lyin' on the sidewalk,
One picture puzzle piece
Soakin' in the rain.
It might be a button of blue
On the coat of the woman
Who lived in a shoe.
It might be a magical bean,
Or a fold in the red
Velvet robe of a queen.
It might be the one little bite
Of the apple her stepmother
Gave to Snow White.
It might be the veil of a bride
Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.
It might be a small tuft of hair
On the big bouncy belly
Of Bobo the Bear.
It might be a bit of the cloak
Of the Witch of the West
As she melted to smoke.
It might be a shadowy trace
Of a tear that runs down an angel's face.
Nothing has more possibilities
Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.







i read this and the thoughts started weaving
"what ifs...?"

what chain of events lead up to, what series of things could the loss of that piece set into motion?

what happens if the writer walks away from that old wet puzzle piece or bends to pick it up????

could it affect you, me?
could it bring world peace or the end of time?

i could spend all day with those thoughts
then again, maybe not.