Old photographs spread out around me
splicing jigsaw yesterdays, interlocking
pieces that fit, forcing those that don’t,
often failing.

It’s like trying to play a sonata on a kazoo.
No doubt it could be done, but it would take
a special talent.  So many unknowns
when we start out alone

to conquer the world. Independence Avenue
is no easy throughway. It’s like driving
in New Jersey, and that is no place to get lost.
I speak from experience. It’s a jungle out there.