Shape.
And the clouds shape the phoenix
And are ignored.

Shadow.
And the shadows orchestrate the sun
And mock pedestrian dignity,
And are seen yet not seen.

Silhouette
And the shell
Spires a minaret in the sand,
But the mind is blind to all
But an aerosol palace of chrome and plastic.

Surface.
And the leaf, shining, mauve and saffront,
Tumbles the rain into ecstasy,
And is brushed aside.

Spacing.
And the mathematics of dunes
Foster no desiring,
The mountains no worship.

Movement.
And the shaping of forests
Is either too slow or too fast:
It evades contemplation.