I Am An Ant
I am an ant,
I am the gentle pitter-patter on the Earth,
The black dots that trail on your floor,
And that little heartbeat.
I am a cargo ship on the rough shore,
Following the stencil of,
The deft path before.
As the day passes I scurry home,
With that gentle pitter-patter,
And little, little heartbeat.
I am an ant,
I am the gentle tip-taps on the Earth,
That passes by plants or mushrooms or spores,
Skittering in your homes across the hearth.
I follow the trail of smells,
Day by day,
But my legs weaken,
And those tip-taps falter.
I travel with crumbs on my back,
Unlike the leaves I used to,
And I trek back home,
Tip-tap, tip-tap.
I am an ant,
I am the gentle stomp-stomp on the Earth,
That follows the same route,
Every day, every day.
I am an ant,
I crave a change,
I climb higher and higher.
I am an ant?
Though I crave light,
And flutter to them as a moth would.
I am an ant,
My legs are weak,
And my head feels full,
If I had wings to fly,
I'd use those too.
I am a tree,
I no longer pitter-patter or tip-tap,
My legs are still as a branch,
And my stem grows from my head.
I reach higher and greater lengths,
I'm like a great oak-
A grapevine-
How could I have been an ant?
My head bursts open like a hazel tree seed.
My job is done,
My head is clear,
My life's been run,
I can't feel fear.
Copyright ©
Toby Adams
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