Shapes Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

I look at the sun, and my eye adjusts
To the rim of the sun, boundaries
Going up and down, perhaps reflecting
My eye-deficiencies?
Slowly my eyes move away from the sun
To the objects in the sky overhead.

I see a plane rushing to South on the West,
On to the leaves of the palm trees above
Sweeping hazily in the light morning breeze;
I see parallel strips of the blue sky,
Between the leaves of the palm-fronds,
Narrow-tipped at the spine of the frond
Triangular, and some parallel.

As I move to trees other than palms
I find the sky irregularly cut
And patched up in infinite variety
Like the way the night sky presents
The objects, gloriously irregular:
How boring if the stars of the sky
Were arranged in squares or regular shapes!