When you were little
you believed in
as much as you were given,
but the rest
was left to clenched
fists, uneven glances, and
secretive curses.
Whether the universe
unfurling
without much direction
in your tender imagination
was built by
brute forces, or
(per the fancier verses)
finessed into place
by a fussy designer,
the only thing
that mattered
at night when they
snuffed out the candle
was not
how many more pieces
you'd discovered
today were missing,
but how on earth
you were ever
going to make it
until tomorrow
without a quick peak
at the puzzle box cover.
