The ant has made herself illustrious
By constant industry industrious.
So what? Would you be calm and placid
If you were full of formic acid?
A few weeks ago as I was sitting at my desk attempting to
get some work done (but really fretting about all the obligations I had that would keep me from getting my work done) I noticed a
tiny ant crawling around on the wall. This morning it’s back again.
Famous Ant Not on My Wall #1 - Atom Ant |
My first thought upon noticing the ant again today was a
worry that we might have an infestation, but I haven’t seen any others. I then started to wonder what it was doing
here, why leave the green lush yard full of wildflowers and fallen mulberries to scurry
back and forth aimlessly across an expanse of white semi-gloss painted
wall?
Famous Ant #2 - Adam Ant |
And for the Brits #3 - Ant of Ant & Dec |
Since I started writing this, the ant has now wandered into
the stack of poetry books that sit on my desk.
These past several weeks poetry is the one thing that has kept me feeling connected,
tethered. The hour or so each morning I
read a few poems and choose which to post and write about is the
only time I feel whole. Maybe I’ll let
the ant stay for a while longer . . .
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