Mosaic

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

 

 

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