A Poem In the Style of Mary Oliver

A Poem In the Style of Mary Oliver

I’ve never been one to stand under
the midday sun, but here I am,
noon,
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,
pause.
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
creation
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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