Two Vases

Two Vases

Two vases standing side by side.
Gentle samples
of Asian design.
Together, both are
perfectly matched.
But earthquake hits
up-heaving shelves.
And gravity,
with sticky fingers,
throws one to the floor.
Now shattered.
Building it again,
using cement sutures,
borrowing from other pieces.
A bit of bottle.
A marble.
Green glass.
A shard of
Grandma’s China.
A new vase.
Mirroring no other,
no template to follow,
the end result unknown.
Mourning the perfect vase,
but in its place
rises something new.
A sweet Frankenstein creation.
The way it holds the light
reflects its lone design,
and begs the question –
which is more beautiful?