Ant
How fond I am of you
My small companions
With your busy little legs
Each finer than an eyelash
How many footsteps per minute
I cannot imagine
Musing carried away
In the sheer numbers of your stepping feet
So many legs each, and the
Shining, black resistor body
Without stripes of any color to tell the value
Only the absolute, dependable nature
Of your intent.
What good company you are
Silently moving along the wall
Greeting one another as you pass
A brief period of head to head
Then on, along, in an endless,
Streaming underline of life—
A natural, living punctuation
To an ordinary day.
With a closer look
It seems
A kind legion of small shadows
An elegant industry
Of scentless, noiseless fury.
Editor's Note: Patricia Reynolds Sørbye wrote this poem while attending the "Cancer in Other Words" workshop run by Autumn Stephens. Don't miss "In the Cancer Room" by Stephens, her own meditation about leading the workshop.
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Patricia Reynolds Sørbye is a certified hypnotherapist in private practice in Oakland, California. Diagnosed with breast cancer several years ago, she is now cancer-free. She has found support and a creative outlet at Autumn Stephens's writer's workshop.
Patricia's website is Watervox Hypnosis & Hypnotherapy.
