Angles

Shift just a few degrees and see the change;
The mole that suddenly appears - or fades -
The sly expression that will rearrange
Into a simple smile with no shades
Of subtlety, the hair that framed the face
And now obscures it, all that once was fair
Now eerie, and vice-versa. In small space
A giant difference is concealed, and where
No change is seen, there focus most, to see
How changing context alters constancy.
For that which seems the same, being alone
And solely focused, is no longer thus
When what surrounds it is correctly shown:
Indeed, the change is always obvious.