Faces Poem by Angela Wybrow

Impressions of faces are found everywhere,
If you have the time to stand and stare.

You see them in clouds floating upon the breeze,
And on the rugged bark hugging the trunks of trees.

They’re on patterned carpets which cover our floors,
And hidden in the natural grain of our wooden doors.

You see them in the food which sits upon your plate,
And in the fiery flames which flicker in the grate.

They’re spotted on maps – here, and in far flung reaches,
And on the pebbles and shells sitting upon our beaches.

They’re in the reddish rust which forms upon our cars,
And, if you do dot-to-dot, they’re up there in the stars.

You’ll see them in the tea leaves at the bottom of your cup.
And you’ll spot one on the moon, if you care to just look up.

You’ll see them in the shadows which are cast by the sun,
And on the drying pavements when the rain is over and done.

They’re in the patterned paper which hangs upon our walls,
And on the tiled floor you walk upon in the shopping mall.

They’re in the stubborn stains on surfaces and on clothes,
And in the rock formations you find on cliffs in coves.

Yes, impressions of faces are found everywhere,
If you have the time to stand and stare.