It’s a 32×45, 3000-piece jigsaw challenge
on my dining table, border and sky finished,
the rest, a riot of images to be constructed:
circus folk on trampoline
long and winding road
face in a jar
ghosts on Abbey Road
walrus in tuxedo
There’s no room to spread the unattached
bits for survey, the light is inadequate,
the cats have filched several candidates.
Even though I channel my puzzle eye
with sounds of the Fab Four, I manage
only one or two fits per sitting.
What to do?
Should I soldier on, obeying the maxim
don’t start unless you intend to finish
in hope of experiencing a satisfying sense
of accomplishment? Or should I reclaim
the table, disassemble what has not been
assembled, store the unvanquished high
on a shelf, pending cravings for another bout
of bewilderment, and essay a modest
1000 pieces on my well-lit puzzle table?