All of you bummed out and in a deep funk.
Ornery, spiteful mopes
With your noses dragging the floor,
You’re not giving proper reverence and esteem
To the imperious, the ever-looming,
Rarely remembered and scrutinized
Overseer of all your goings-on.
There may be a green dragonfly just now
Consulting its dainty shadow,
The excited movement of leaves,
The mystery of light changing?
Or there may be nothing there to see.
Note, please, how quiet the world gets
When you roll your eyes back and look.