This is day 8 of Days of Unreason:
“I’m not sure what it is, life’s puzzle.” — Jim Harrison
As a boy I was given a puzzle box.
No package, no directions;
made of wood, beautiful to admire.
It sat on my dresser and collected dust.
Life puzzles present themselves
to us to explore, to ponder.
The man with dubious motivations.
The woman, the path of whose heart
may be oblique, forked, or just not best
approached by foot.
The child loved who fails
to learn love.
There are rules for solving puzzles.
Some people follow different rules.
Some flout rules.
Playing dead doesn’t always work with bears.
When a friend taught me
to open my puzzle box,
I placed it in a drawer.
I liked it better as a mystery.
A little over a year ago, I joined Jillys2016 in a challenge called “28 Days of Unreason.” She culled quotes from the poems of Jim Harrison in a book called Songs of Unreason. We used the quotes as prompts; diving boards suspended over the abyss of poetry. Jill is revisiting unreason, and I am skipping gleefully along. Come and join the fun!