Countenance
Poem - by J. Anthony Hartley
Stare at those faces
Mouths round and open
Drawn in lines and patterns
On grey marble tiles
They consider so passively
But with critical eye
I’m watching them
Like the face in the tree
Just yesterday
And that driven cloudscape
In the afternoon
Of the day before
I wonder then
If my face is seen
A four dimensional presence
Peering as these eyes
Just mirror that gaze
Unseeing