Ambedo- The Anthill
Quote:
"Ambedo- a kind of melancholic trance in which
you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory
details- which leads to a dawning awareness
of the fragility of life." — J. Koenig
I saw a large round anthill in the dirt
and marveled at the intricate design
of what they were about. My heart was sad,
and yet, without a thought, I moved away
to let the grader push ahead- right through
their little world; at once they disappeared.
What purpose to it all? They worked so hard
to have it end like that- never knowing
the what, how, when, or why? I brushed a tear
beneath my eyes- my eyes, which saw no line,
between these tiny ants and us; between-
this simple grader leveling the ground,
with such destructive, unexpected force-
and seismic tragedies- or cosmic shifts-
destroying this, our world- from time to time.
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