all in a box

it's a circle
of some sort...not clean
edged or
square
is any life, no
start middle then finish.
it's
abrupt
and jagged.
a zig saw piece of work.
not art
by any stretch.
more a splatter at times
of emotion.
of love
and death. work and hard
luck.
but there is good too.
between the pain
and suffering. there is
the cry of a baby.
the first kiss.
the wealth of butter on warm
bread.
the purity of salt.
there is joy. there are stars
to be wished upon.
mirth.
it's a wild ride, a mild
spin,
it's everything you could
imagine
and then some.
then it ends and we try
to put it all in a box
and say,
that's what it was, that's
her life,
it's all we can do to
understand.