Nancy Davies

I Pause Enchanted by the World

July, 2017

I pause enchanted by the world

too hot, too cold, too dry

flooded at our hands.

In the fine print, those prevailing

notes, I read below the text

of dainty wings, feet upturned.

Their spots engraved enchant me:

bees, beetles, lady-bugs persisting

like bright memories of childhood

fallen dead beyond my doubled knee.

Red intrepid ants bear away

debris in file: staggering silent

pallbearers hauling coffins filled

with poisoned gifts.

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