The ants

Aug 1, 2007

Disturbing those ants

Lying on my belly, I saw them marching in a line
Like small red Indians, they marched very fine
Busy as bee
But calm as sea
They marched ahead leaving small trails for friends to follow
As a little child, I swipe off the line, and next one loses its trail
Until it forms another queue, as if trains on rail
I smile seeing the tiny ones
Wishing myself to be one of them, those tiny ones
Experiencing the freedom to move around
Explore any pit
Bit by bit
Sometimes being high on a crest
Going hungry, in sun without rest
Other times feeling in a trough
Withered by time, hard and rough
And as they turn the corner of wall
As see them marching ahead. One and all.