A Poem In the Style of Mary Oliver
I’ve never been one to stand under
the midday sun, but here I am,
and my shadow has
disappeared below my feet,
and I’m watching ants chase summer.
Rain falls through the leaves, and
I feel thunder underfoot. The ants,
I pause. We taste the air, and
smell the weather change.
And then the chase resumes.
Again. A raindrop falls. A splash.
They change direction. Divert attention,
and I consider
and nature’s hold over us. I realise
I’ve never been one to ask if God
protects an ant chasing after summer.
For PB: 11 July
– write a poem in the style of another poet. ©️ Misky 2019
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