A Conundrum


Sycamore helicopter seedlings: Photo – WHB 2018


The ant that scampers from my tread,
Does it feel the fear, the dread, 
The threatened onslaught of my shoe,
Does it fear as I would do?

Does it wonder if the rest – 
His sibling brothers in the nest – 
Would miss him if he did not return
Would they show the least concern?

Or would his absence not be noted; 
Never mentioned, never quoted? 
Just another gap in time,
Neither sordid nor sublime.

I ask God in my ignorance,
What then is the difference
Between this threatened ant and me;
Which of us should cease to be? 


close up photo of ant

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8 thoughts on “A Conundrum

  1. Roland, a very beautiful poem that speaks to my heart in every stanza. I do get so glad
    when I hear how you care about the little creatures on the forest floor and around.
    Indeed, we will never know if and what the think but I believe they have intuitive protective
    awareness. Also they build the most fabulous homes.
    May we all continue to wonder. To care.


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