The Cloud-Mobile
Above my face is a map.
Continents from and fade.
Blue countries,made
on a white sea, are erased,
and white countries traced
on a blue sea.

it is a map that moves
faster than real,
bot  so slow.
Only my watching proves
that island has being,
or that bay.

It is a model of time.
Mountains are wearing away,
coast cracking ,
the ocean spills over,
the new hills
heap intov view
with river-cuts of blue
between them.

it is a map jf change.
This is the way things are
with a stone or a star.
This is the way things go,
hard of soft,
fast of slow.