Sidewalk Ant
I like ants.
They're adorable.
With their tinky little bodies and legs,
They put a tiny little smile on my face.
I remember there's things I love about the world,
Like how each ant,
Works all day with his family,
And how they all built their home together,
On a crack
That someone will inevitably step on.
I respect that ant.
As a child with minimal understanding,
I would make games
Of crushing ants beneath my sneakers,
Or blowing down their noble mounds.
I would never do that now.
Those ants inspire me!
If I venture outside with laziness
On a ninety-five degree day,
I find them scurrying faster than days past
When the temperature
Had been seventy!
Their endless motivation tickles me.
To see an ant this spring is to remember
That there's more
Than winter's obnoxious squirrels
And harsh words from a chilled humanity.
Where were those ants all winter?
Copyright © Bridgette Lace | Year Posted 2008
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