The Fit

 Late night musings...

Listening to Kate Bush and allowing random thoughts to drift in and out... and then something starts shaping... aknowledging a fact, an idea, a feeling...

And it fits...

The Fit:

one piece

followed by another 

as it lands

a satisfactory clicking sound

says:

this is where I fit

this is where I belong.

Then another sound

a new one

the fit is weird

a deep click

the tension lingers

but it relaxes.

And another piece

and another sound

never the same.

And the bizarre

starts feeling familiar

no more adjustments

everything in its place