One is never alone. Saltwater taffy colored
beach blanket spread on a dirt outcropping
pocked with movement. Pell-mell tunneling,
black specks the specter of beard hairs swarm,
disappear, emerge, twitch, reverse course
to forage along my shin, painting pathways
with invisible pheromones that others take
up in ceaseless streams. Ordered disarray,
wingless expansionists form a colony mind,
no sense of self outside the nest, expending
summer to prepare for winter, droning on
through midday heat. I watch, repose, alone.
No sense of self outside the nest is expending. Ant lives is community and there is unity. Ants are amazing creatures. This poem is very informative and brilliantly penned...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A detail and complete set of what ant is and doing daily...it just a good work that really showing how you respect nature. thats great! :)