Amidst the chaotic thrums
Of silence, a lone ant
Rises among the swarm.
Slowly, and with no small
Amount of huge determination,
She ascends the blade
Of grass, and stands aloft.
Overseeing the nest,
She sees nothing at all.
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 3:56 PM UTC
Amidst the chaotic thrums
Of silence, a lone ant
Rises among the swarm.
Slowly, and with no small
Amount of huge determination,
She ascends the blade
Of grass, and stands aloft.
Overseeing the nest,
She sees nothing at all.
A poem about acknowledgement.
#16 in the Distant Dystopia anthology.
© Lewis Hyden, 2018
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