Wednesday, 9 May 2012
In A Garden
In a garden
all appears
tranquil, still
until
looking closer,
doppelganger world.
Just as hectic,
harassed, frantic.
Little creatures
just as noisy,
rustling leaves,
crackling twigs,
stones moved,
scurrying feet.
Clack of plates-
a beetle's back.
Headlong rush,
fulfilling tasks,
carry burdens,
maintain balance.
Our myopic eyes
fail to see.
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