Mosaic

Many years ago, in camp, A project quite prosaic Was manipulating tiles To make artwork in mosaic. We lined up all the little squares In patterns and designs, With creative juices flowing As we stepped outside the lines. With every tile I glued in place, My confidence increased; The fact I’d made an ashtray Was the part that mattered least. A subway wall mosaic Set my memory abuzz, Remembering how calculated Each tile placement was. It takes a lot of patience To make magic using tiles, Thus mosaic seems to me to be The cleverest of styles.