by Ross D Tyler
I sat on the wall during lunch today,
And gazed upon a sea of green.
Rich, organic, bathed in sunlight.
I study the grass.
I begin to wonder.
I bite into my sandwich
Disappearing into spears of green,
I carelessly forget.
But oh, what I have provided.
I do not think the ants share my sentiments.
My philosophical misgatherings.
Tiny antenna twitching,
Spindly legs scrabbling
First one, then two,
And in time five, and six.
Together they toil.
Dragging, tripping, tugging, heaving.
I witness an incredible, almost microscopic feat;
a challenge that would perhaps terrify others of equal measure.
Together, I think.
Why cant we be more like ants?
Last updated September 16, 2011