I've found each piece of the mosaic has faith 
it is the only one so it believes
(and what kind of picture can this offer?)
all those others must be the same at least

it should be easy to imagine 
a line of flowers all bent to a southerly
or a myriad of bright colours 
all mere sparkles about a dolphin's eye

I could be convinced I'm catching the scent 
of magnolia and roses here 
or blundering among a swirl of blues
in splashes of detail created there

when someone else speaks my lines as I dream
I am persuaded I have a part to play
a tired workman's hand in overtime
taking up and letting drop tessarae