" The puzzle"

 The puzzle √

Each day I pull the puzzle out to see just where I stand

Solve the riddle, find the clue, see where the pieces land

And, in one day, there's so much change, to take the breath away

I spend a day and brightened night, to find the piece to play

Curiouser and curiouser, I find it all to be

For from the heart and out the mouth, remains of what I see

Some days, the whole thing seems so clear, all answers to decree

And, then, a poof, they pop their top and all is gone, they flee

I scratch my head, once more, in thought, it's there and, then, it's gone

And, what of all that silliness I danced upon the lawn

There may be more within that dance than all those thoughts so deep

So, skip that silly pensive brow before it makes me weep

The pitter-patter of the rain, the soft brush of the snow

Its simple answers hold more truth than I shall ever know

This was written before the puzzle made any sense.  I was so close at the time, though.  It remains true that the dance upon the lawn is what it is all about, but the puzzle remains foremost until is is solved ... by all of humanity.