Penrose

now we are three
(or perhaps, really, four)
somehow congruent
(but perhaps, not really)

stone, water, wood
we eye each other warily
wondering, trying
to make sense of
where we are each
in relation to the other

unresolved
dynamic
we are changed
even as we are
the same as we
ever were

but for the perspective
(or perhaps, not really)