puzzles

Puzzles
By willjxn

In our space of living,
Times of doldrum eased.
One apt box,concealing—
Parts that need repieced.

Could it be a grand landscape
Crowned by rising sun—
Or a tranquil ocean cape,
Wherein rivers run?

For like in the cardboard box,
Pieces of the whole.
There, indeed, is paradox—
Fitting parts— the goal.

Mind nooks keep so Cleverly,
Hidden— not forgot,
Poetry as puzzlery,
Not of shape— of thought.