Mosaics Class

I am not artistic, but I signed up for a class To learn to make mosaics Out of little bits of glass. We studied some examples From a long-past ancient date Then received our own materials With which we could create. I watched my classmates jump right in, Ideas at their command, While staring blankly at the tiles And glue I had at hand. With paper and a pencil, I can quickly craft a rhyme. My talents don’t extend to places Where the words aren’t prime. Yet I’ll complete my project And will proudly bring it home, Knowing it will never equal Even my worst-written poem.