It landed on my feet
like an unsuspecting
leaf, tossed around by the wind
until it's here
the first piece of a puzzle
I didn't know  I was solving,
and it was a very
inconsequential piece,
so random that
I didn't have any idea
what I am looking at.
...and it was the random piece
that started the  go-fish
sort of a game...
until it was no longer just a game...
Because piece after piece,
I was beginning
to see a vivid picture of a person,
and it was  an ugly repercussion
that I liked the little pieces I picked up...
Perhaps the more
bitter truth of it  was that
I didn't know what to make of
of the imagery before me...

Whether to believe
the little pieces,
or to see for myself what
kind of a person
the whole picture is.