1/1/08 Jigsaw You

I can see the angle as your eyebrows
furrow down toward your nose,
and the eyes like water underneath,
the widow's peak, thin black sideburns,
jagged lips pursed down and in.
My mind can draw each piece, a neck,
a wrist, the cheekbone, the back, from two inches
or across the room.
But all the pieces just float and swim
and will not shore up
into a picture of you.