Poetry

Mosaic

God called the light, day

by Alla Vilnyanskaya; photo by Andrew Ridley

On the first day of creation

God called the light, day
and the darkness he called
night

A piece of glass
torn from a mosaic

When you awaken
you find her
hovering,
oval in her despair

a sadness hangs between us
like an innocuous curtain

longing with nothing to long for
silence more like a figure

The word toska

In Russian, means sadness
which is a form of nostalgia
except that it seems endless
a dismal opening in the sky

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Alla Vilnyanskaya is an American poet, currently residing in NYC. She has previously been published in Boog City, Gambling the Isle, Zaum and Poetry International. She has earned an MA in Poetry from Miami University.

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