Tiny Ants without Sorrow
Grace lives and writes in Annapolis, Maryland, by the beautiful Chesapeake Bay,
which is coming back to life with new fish, new hope, new streams.
A string of tiny mites,
thematic elements of nature,
climb the beach house wall.
What vibration causes them to stop, confer
with another line, then move on, we'll never know.
Over and over like a prayer, they go.
These infinitesimal creatures, moving in unison, reach
another set of beings, freeze, then begin again.
Protean intelligence with an elegant sense of balance,
- with sensibility unfailingly sure of its path -
They do not have wounds too deep for anger.
They do not need to elevate the struggle.
© Grace Cavalieri, all rights reserved
Acknowledgement: Canary
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