Moving distinctly and unconventionally,
with deliberate, unhurried pace
A whispered Tai Chi dance
in the nucleus non-worry
Now I see the spaces between the rain drops
and the soft outer glow
Of seeds and sprouts
and leaves and larvae
And the multi-colors of lichens
and patterns on spiders
And cicadas whose calls that swell
in pitch and volume
I calmly study ripples in the wake
of the atmosphere
Of those who advance more quickly
than I choose.
(c)2016 M. Coppolino
