Despondency
I see the bug,
making its slow way
over the rough ground.
I see the sparrow,
gleaning seed beneath
the feeder.
The sparrow sees the bug
and runs, wonderfully,
over and eats it.
Suddenly I am alive
to the fullness of the world
again.
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Of bugs reemergent,
Of thrumming floats of doddling gnats,
Of the questing red ant, her antennae wavering atmospheric,
Of digesting worms unearthed, squirming peristaltic,
Of the wind-thrown spider ejaculating filament after filament,
Of dragonflies skimming the windbrushed pond,
(Of I skimming you oceanic,)
- John Lyne