Dark Angel Tears, D. Sharon Pruitt (2010)
The sun sneaks through, the thinly covered trees,
Forming mosaics, on the carpet grass.
Wonder if they could be read like tea leaves,
Placed in a gigantic kaleidoscope,
As an aid for finding answers to life?
On my favorite outdoor glass table,
I scattered the morning’s bright diamond dew.
Vaporizing in nearly an instant.
With apple and knife in hands, I rested
On a bench marveling the choice I made
Saw alternative world under the glass
As a flattened two dimensional world
Behind the glass life was very fluid
Fidgeting with no apparent pattern
But signs similar to the world above
Droplets of moisture tend to congregate
Forming small moisture pools of countless shapes
With some unknown dynamic force these pools
Get larger, larger to a tipping point
Suddenly, part of it falls to the ground
Many pools let loose their vitality
Now life into the pools are diminished
Leaving droplets of diminutive size
Without much drama they all disappear
And I get back to my red ripe apple