I Must Be Mad
I must be mad...I wonder
if ants get tired as the weight of a
crumb bears down upon them...
for survival.
I wonder if dogs think...I wonder
if houses weary of their occupants.
I must be mad...I wonder
if houses weary of their occupants.
I must be mad...I wonder
if trees yearn to move - or do they
never long to stretch their roots...
See a city.
I think too much - abstract thought
that gives life to a rock.
A flower is more than
an ornament to a vase...
Perhaps I think of ants and trees and
dogs because they are so quiet.
A tree never kills...
The ant carries a crumb
never complaining.
Yes, I must be mad.
Patricia Langston-Moran
Copyright © Patricia Langston-Moran | Year Posted 2009
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