Jigsaw Man

He wanders the streets alone
Following paths that twist
And swerve in sudden ways
He long ago claimed as his own

As he surveys an alien landscape
He can only see in pieces
Mirroring the one in his mind
The map of a blind cartographer

And I see him stop and stare
At faces sure of themselves
Coming from solid origins
To head to clear destinations

But for him it is only luck
To navigate his realm of holes
While the night that others call dark
Cannot match the one in his dreams

Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.

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