Comparisons

Comparisons

Clouds,
Thin shreds
Of silken
Lace,
Balloon
And
Bypass the
Mona Lisa
Moon.
A boulder
Across
The street
Catches the
Sun’s 
Shadow and 
Smiles back
As sweet,
Silent, patient,
Fixed, bright.
The face, 
Seen in
The light 
Of noon,
Becomes
Flesh and 
Bone, 
Something 
Other than
A stone.
This illusion
Degrades,
Fades,
As the sun
Changes
And re-arranges,
But like
The passive
Moon, 
Far away, 
It reappears
Right there,
Almost every
Day.