picture on the front of the box.

i'm pulling together the threads
that'd seemed to accidental, mismatched.
it couldn't be right.
this isn't the picture i saw on the front of the box.
you want me to sew this together?
what am i even sewing?
what is this?

this piece is too rough.
this piece is too blue.
this piece is not long enough and i've no needle!

no. this can't be right. i saw the picture on the front of box.
this doesn't match.
how am i supposed to bring this altogether?
it couldn't be right
because this isn't right!

but i'm pulling together the threads,
instead of asking how to do it,
and i see now how these threads hold together
woven intricately and entirely meant to be.

oh, this isn't the picture.
it's a part of the picture;
but a corner unseen-
a corner i'd left unnoticed.
i didn't know that corner existed.
what a very important part.

i'll look at the picture again,
just to see what else i've missed.