mosaic

this is your mess
im stepping on
pierce the skin
of tender feet
im seasoned when it comes to all
except for here
im green.

i dont have horses
i dont have men
how do i put you together again?

dont.

some pieces, more desirable,
when broken from the whole
fit nicely with new fragments
of mind; of heart; of soul.
from new perspective
comes new light
reflecting from below
tread gently where ive never been
but badly want to go.

choose the pieces wisely
inlay them next to mine
shards like glass
of shattered past
creates this new design.

like beauty
this exhibit lies
(in the eyes
of the beholder)
where you find it;
there, it lives
lost among the classics


this is modern art.