The cup has shattered.
Pieces all around.
The tiny shards, like diamonds,
sparkle on the ground.
Walking inside to find a broom.
The light reflects off the pictures in his room.
Mosacis of all shapes and sizes.
Scattered on the walls.
Every single one of them once broken
from a fall. A shattered, broken piece of something
he used in daily life. Now a different kind of use.
The pieces bring merriment and delight.
He smiles as he is sweeping the pieces off the ground.
He has a new project. A new creation has been found.
