Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Mosaic

Glass enamel and marble
one see-through,
the other hard stone,
you and I, for perspective,
side by side, cut with edges
sharp; a design envelops us
no longer through luck but with
grout forced into openings.
The deal complete, a squeegee
drags across our surface.
The finished product, rich
with possibility, mocking
the silence that lingers
along the lines where
colors do not match.
What if those who observe
say, “How original!”