Mosaic

After being dropped,
all our broken pieces were set aside
our landscape looking like the circus floor
after closing time

You felt alone, you said
in a world of 7 billion –
a stumbling wanderer

I felt invisible and bruised
from the shuffling without roots,
a quiet catastrophe

We watched in awe as we loved,
our pieces being pulled together
forming something new
-better than anything we dreamed.