LITERARY: "The Lost Jigsaw" by Juliana Agbulos

 "The Lost Jigsaw"

The pristine and sun-drenched countryside right before my eyes—

Holds the remnants of a sky that was once rosy.

It was momentary, yet selfless.

In a sea as vast as the Caspian,

I got lost;

But the rhythm of thy waves helped me find my way back home.

The heavens under the blanket have frightened me for years,

But thee made me perceive that after all,

Black is still a color.

I was the east coast of South America,

And thee as the west coast of Africa.

So, I thought of Wegener with a chuckle escaping his lips. 

He would find this humorous, wouldn't he? 

Perhaps in the parallel universe,

There might be no tectonic movement;

And Africa would never have to drift away from South America.