It sits tall in the lobby
with curves like
a woman's hips
under a tight fitting
evening gown.

Blue as lapis lazuli,
streaked with white veins,
flecks of gold
and shot through with
jagged hairline cracks.

It's been broken,
perhaps more than once,
but someone
gathered the pieces,
and with patience
and trembling fingers,
glued every one
back into place.

Now it sits
reflecting the light again
in fragile wholeness.