Preposition Poem At the Junkyard

On one sultry August day In a clearing in the woods Within a long delay for salvaged auto goods Amid decaying vans, under glaring sun High above one ant, homebound, on the run... Along a rugged trail of micro hill and dale Between pebbles and sprigs Over shards and twigs For seconds brief, beneath a leaf ‘Round a rock, willy nilly Root outcrop, dilly dally; Up the maple, fast With head-on haul, in grasp In and out of bark Inside crevice, dark Astride the edge, at last Across a lichen patch Behind broad leaves of dark green hue — To my chagrin, beyond my view; Out from under the shade Into the open glade Within the reflective collage of glinting metals and shards Beneath the tranquil sky — recharged!