Puzzled: my ode to the impossible relationship

Image by Richard Reid- Pixabay

When I was little, I liked to put jigsaw puzzles together. I liked watching the colors become shapes, the shapes become identifiable people, animals, and things. Most of all, I liked that instant of finding the place where the edges of one piece clicked into the grooves of the other. The pieces, made for small hands, were thick cardboard, and would connect with a satisfying pop.