It's Still Life

Do Ants Squint into the Wind (Reworked #2)

Do ants stop,
as I do,
and listen
to thunder roll.
Do they
lift their feet
in the snow.
On hot sand.
In knee-deep
depths of
rain.
Do their eyes
squint in the sun.
Do they know
come July
they’ll sprout wings
and fly.
Why do they
bubble up from
roots
of trees,
spread
across the lawn,
like a springtime
flood.
Ants crawling down
the wall,
bronze and black,
weightless,
do they have
a mindful
purpose.
Do ants squint
into the wind.