When Flowers Were I n Bloom

When Flowers Were I n Bloom


I want to be

I want to be an ant. It travels a certain path.
It comes and goes, goes and comes. It lives to serve --
a part of a whole.
It’s connected by chemical // by the unseen.
Its life fundamental // elemental.
It’s an important part of a colony
but nothing
without the sum.

I saw an ant. Its pinchers ready to attack.
Only 2 segments of an ant.
Its head splayed // lifted to the sun.
How glorious was your death.
How perfect // beautiful // important.

I want to be
the ferocious ant that soldiered-up
and died on the lawn.
Its antennae vibrating //
harmonic // converging //
to the unseen __

This day // Sunday // June 1st,
I want to be the dark ant
that’s led me down a certain path
that disappears into the earth
and marches to an octave
that rocks a cosmic tune //
stirs dust that settles on the dead
and unlocks a universal truth --

I want to be the ferocious ant
that soldiered-up and faced the unseen.
Its antennae vibrating in death,
in tune with the universe,
connected to the colony,
connected to me.

I want to be an ant __

1 comment:

  1. Anonymous1:56 AM

    I finally read your poem today. I don't know what you're talking about! Why don't you like it? Again, from the perspective of a non-writer, I really enjoyed this.
    It was like a circle, the circle of life I guess you can say. At first there is the question of whether or not there is a purpose to your life. You begin to think that perhaps it would be better to be an ant that lives by instinct alone. You don't have to think things out or stress about them. But slowly as you observe the ant you realize that even the ant has a purpose. It lives and dies for the colony. In observing the ant the realization comes that there is a purpose to everything.
    You're probably thinking, "Where the heck did that come from", but like I've said before your poems speak to me and this is what this one said.
    Thanks for posting this.