Celestial snapshots

Life is honored in the periphery

Where the light dims

Gust of air eddies into itself

Words halt in jagged fractals

You look at the streaming feathers of peregrine

Very much aware of the beetle dancing on the dung

Seeking guidance from the heaven    

Ants

They come out of the depth of mind

to patrol the scene.

Sniff the landscape for new thoughts, overturn the old ones

Dig out reminisces, take note of the forgotten.

Gives all clear to foragers.

Who spread out from recess in three four files, cautious and eager.

And set about to search words where thoughts can reach.

Word midden piles up and rots with half masticated sentences  

The foraged work out a tale that it fancy.

These are carried back to feed the queen memory.

To reset.

To reassure that words can make a better world.

And redeem the day.