Everyday Display (the Wandering World)

By Adam J. Pearson

The wave-blue sky
trickles
cool
into my cup–
A reflection.

The deep tree shades
linger
slow
over the ranks–
Of army ants.

The funeral rain
shapes clear
streams
that slide down
A downcast face.

And I view all
a small
speck
spinning through space–
The wandering world.

***

I wrote this poem at a poetry workshop led by Grammy-nominated musician and spoken word artist Jonathan Emile.

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