The Ant and I

Above Half Moon Bay

On this rotting trail

I let an ant transverse.

And note she crosses 

Without a care

of the fast death 

she’s just been spared

beneath my boot.

I revel in my generosity

and feelings of supremacy

tho I know like me

this ant’s returning home

only if her luck holds out.

We are equals, this ant and I

in our respective fates.

Under some plain boot

We both will fall.

And neither knows the dates.

Copyright (c) 2012 Ellen McCarthy. All rights reserved.