Shapeshift
Clouds shape themselves into origami all day,
a nagging pantomime of shadows of the wall —
hours & minutes expand, contract as stray
clouds shape themselves into origami. All day
their symbols crash & echo in a noiseless display —
up the slopes and over the hilltop, even small
clouds shape themselves into origami all day.
A pantomime! Shadows on the wall.
Great movement- can see the shape shifting!
Love how the poem shapeshifts along with the images! Beautiful.
I’m so pleased it works! Thanks for the responses!