Rebecca Buchanan
the sand had gauged deep grooves in the tiles
green
bright blue
gold-flecked
crimson
and someone in older days
(vandal?
thief?
acolyte?)
had taken a chisel to his eyes
out of fear
or greed
but the tiles
now cleaned and polished
glowed with life under a sun
the God had not felt in millennia:
Earth reclining beneath his feet
voluptuous and green
Sky upon his shoulders
Sun in his right hand
Moon in his left
and upon his heart
the Zodiac
endless circle of stars
charting time
charting fate
spinning through eternity
neosalexandria 