Mosaics

 
        One hungry lion's roar
        echoes down this dark, domed tunnel.
        The percussion of his paws
        pounds through and out
        into the amphitheater:
        In Roman times.

        I am

        marveling
        at excavated images
        I've seen photographed,
        but never touched till now.

        Mosaics.

        I'm struck by the simplicity,
        the space between each tile;
        breath that flows into patterns        
        of leaping creatures
        and saints...

        I stand consumed.


 

 

 

poem copyright ©2000 Anne Selden Annab