My blue sky jigsaw

My blue-sky jigsaw piece
that didn’t quite fit
in the picture on the box
now sees what I see
and is loved from the top of her head
to the tip of her toes in her socks.

We lived our lives an ocean and a notion apart
each thinking the other lost forever;
until an electronic bicycle
first hinted at the horizon
that is now tangible; concrete
and forever.

© David Archer January 2012