Mosaic

coming back from the dream

sick with mosaic virus

at night my skin floats off in patches

almost like paper burning

at dawn it returns

fireflies settling under terracotta blades

a mottled puzzle closing in

around the embedded tooth

and I remember those two spaces

well before I was born

and bouncing between them

hands slowly flickering into being

where my feet ended and the ground began

as it is now, we all are

as we find each piece of the shut clock

in dreams we can't yet recall