Last night's dream.

A little ant walked by

All we had to share was silence
And then, again, the grains of sand we counted

Until we were no more.



A little ant walked through

Glazing eyes was all we shared
Of fear of sloth or maybe truth

Behind the light is hidden fear.


My little friend ran by

It shouted “low ! ” and fled
My knees had touched the ground

Not soon enough for them…

And then there was no more

Of freedom or of dirt
My little friends they left

Along with human soul.