Asterism

BY: ELLEN TALIANI

I piece my constellated shards 

Broken glass fusing in slow reddish gold 

What I have been flares to life 

And softens my edges with ash 

Broken glass fusing golden red 

Time taps against the fracture lines 

Softening my edges with silver ash 

I am tempered in pale gold 

Time taps against my fracture lines 

Listening for fissures as they form 

I am tempered slowly in gold 

Clarifying into my true colors 

Listen for the fissures forming 

Whispering their first breath 

Clarifying into their true colors 

Shattering my pieces anew 

I whispered my first breath 

A secret dedication 

To shatter the pieces anew 

And weld a new, multicolor form 

Secrets are dedicated 

Slotted carefully into place 

I weld them into new forms 

Traceries of what I’ve been 

Memories slot carefully into place 

Interlocking in a fluid cascade 

Following traces of what I’ve been 

To chart a new destination 

Interlocked in a fluid cascade 

I piece my constellated shards 

Charting a new destination 

What I will be flares to life