I started small, with the flowers

near the edge of the frame,

their yellows, blues and reds began

as scattered confetti, arranged

bit by bit into elegant patterns.

 

     Now, only the green thrashing sea

remains unmade beneath sunset sky.

 

     I wonder why

I lean so hard into the wind,

when here in this chair I am at my ease

watching everything come together

one piece at a time.