day and night

Day and night, M. C. Escher

Yes, I know. You could have been looked at from different angles, but I, with my impatience, cast a cold analytic light and set you down in black and white.

And you, knowing though I could have been looked at from different points of view, picked up one, the least flattering one, and stuck to it, never seeming to veer again. White and black.

So here we are, two frozen images fixed in a fake pose, staring at each other from an impossibly awkward angle. Sparing words, unforgiving, obstinate, icy. Who will thaw and say 'sorry', 'never mind', etc., first? Will we... ever?... Before it gets too late.

(Or maybe it's already too late. Maybe.)