We float above Roman mosaics
on a narrow walkway
that drifts through time,
and see Hercules, the Cyclops,
the bikini girls in mid-leap and turn,
the corridor of the great hunt,
captured animals
straining against their chains,
and, on a sea of stone,
a cargo ship setting off to Rome.

All the figures come to light,
half myth, half dream,
all shadows
floating between worlds,
just as we are floating
and part of theirs,
and our own
continuous unveiling.