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Slow Motion, and: The Idle Ants, and: Trying to Sleep, and: The Sun That Reds, and: Laniakea

Slow Motion, and: The Idle Ants, and: Trying to Sleep, and: The Sun That Reds, and: Laniakea poetr y Joyce Schmid Slow Motion A breeze is blowing on a reservoir tucked in tawny, sun-flashed hills splotched here and there with trees, anomalously green. A boy is standing at the water’s edge, a fishing rod held out beyond the shore. The sun is moving over him and growing him as though he were a tree. The same breeze finds him later in the day at an amusement park, where he is spinning upside down and soaking wet, incubated by the same warm sun. When he gets home, his mother thinks he is the boy he was, but he is not the same, just as the sun itself, the grow light of our little world is daily bigger, warmer, nurtured by a grow light of its own. The Idle Ants Not the ones who clean the colony, not the ones who go outside to fight or hunt for food, not the queen, who labors in her chamber, too exhausted to remember flying in the sun. I mean the other ants, the ones who only stand and sense the universe, the ones who broadcast beauty all throughout the nest to shield their sisters from the black of space, http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png The Missouri Review University of Missouri

Slow Motion, and: The Idle Ants, and: Trying to Sleep, and: The Sun That Reds, and: Laniakea

The Missouri Review , Volume 40 (2) – Jul 19, 2017

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poetr y Joyce Schmid Slow Motion A breeze is blowing on a reservoir tucked in tawny, sun-flashed hills splotched here and there with trees, anomalously green. A boy is standing at the water’s edge, a fishing rod held out beyond the shore. The sun is moving over him and growing him as though he were a tree. The same breeze finds him later in the day at an amusement park, where he is spinning upside down and soaking wet, incubated by the same warm sun. When he gets home, his mother thinks he is the boy he was, but he is not the same, just as the sun itself, the grow light of our little world is daily bigger, warmer, nurtured by a grow light of its own. The Idle Ants Not the ones who clean the colony, not the ones who go outside to fight or hunt for food, not the queen, who labors in her chamber, too exhausted to remember flying in the sun. I mean the other ants, the ones who only stand and sense the universe, the ones who broadcast beauty all throughout the nest to shield their sisters from the black of space,

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The Missouri ReviewUniversity of Missouri

Published: Jul 19, 2017

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