Sunrise
Dale, Oklahoma

A PIECE OF BLUE SKY

 

You can tell Navajo jewelry

by a single Lilliputian imperfection. 

A turquoise stone a shade off from the rest. 

Or a lazy hammered conch shell. 

Because nothing can be made perfect

except by The Creator. 

 

I tried this with a puzzle. 

A piece of blue sky kissed goodbye

and cast away up into the blue sky,

vanishing there. 

 

Then toiled for two weekends,

an obvious waste of time

without the missing piece. 

Perhaps the Navajo way doesn’t apply

to things made of cardboard

in a puzzle factory

in a Chinese city of puzzle factories.