Patterns Of Angles Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Noticing shadows of angles lying upon walls surrounded by
sunlight, showing off darkened contours, watching as the
sun moves higher, changing patterns of the angles.

Softening them at the corners somewhat, triangular lines
of shadows poking my mind with their points, oblivious to
gravity for it's pull has no effect whatsoever on them.

Shadows roaming our world, doing and going wherever they
want without worrying how they'll get there, climbing
walls, crawling across the ground, sneaking around corners.

Always taunting me with their blank and expressionless
faces, yet they seem to be a calming presence in my life
as I write about them.