Face on the Wall

A shag
marooned above eye-level
for centuries.

The immoveable supervisor
of a disused door.

Face of stone
whose cheeks are a slow ripple,

whose mumbling lips
might be mistaken
for the lips of prayer.

Stone face,
whose mazy shadows
of Promethean beard
and sundial nose
shift
in perfect obedience
to remoteness.

Stoneface,
so true to your code,
so married to the breeze
                          whose skirts
                of leaf-and-elmseed
        gather and flutter
across your feet.