True recognitions

There's a puzzle,
a completed picture
shimmering in the half light
of satisfaction
rectangular end
of gathering the scattered,
done!
And long after cheer
has yielded to bye and good night
the chips that fell swept away
spills wiped clean off table and floor
and the lights switched off
glowing in lime green
and turquoise blue
one piece steps out
of equation and perfection,
invisible to all
but eyes that collect
the disintegrated
and voice says,
'a child'.