You can’t see the wood
for the trees?
Or maybe there are
too many logs?
You should know
you’re the bees’ knees!
I can hear the whirring
of cogs
As you try to figure
everything out.
Those branches you push
to the side
to glimpse of the lives
of others!
So what do you think
they hide?
Huh?
Francesca Johnson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/piecing-together/
