I fit into the square peg

I swear I can

If only for a minute

an hour

a year

But I can’t stay snuggled in perfect corners

the circle already calls

Look, no more sharp edges

I’m smooth now

fluid

I’ve slipped into the shape of change

I think I’ll stay here

a while

until the triangle points in the direction of three

Will I be entangled 

or finally free

Oh what a sight

Oh what a life

To shift, transform

different shapes

different sizes

Oh what a delight