THE CANOPY PALM
Rain brocades the canopy palm,
glass lions silver
the cornerpost of a marble dome.
We read a tablet of leaves
on the ceiling,
you step over a crescent of roses,
the candle stars swim
in the black trees.
Fountain waters branch lavender
between helical pillars,
we awaken cords and strings,
we turn our amber mirrors upward,
the sky fallows mosaic pastures
at the height of the ciphering earth.
A Roman floor mosaic from Ostia Antica from the Immaculate Conception Room, Vatican Museum. Photo Courtesy: John Swain.
John Swain lives in Le Perreux-sur-Marne, France. His most recent chapbook, The Daymark, was published by the Origami Poems Project. Additional information may be found at http://www.john-swain.com.
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