Perspective 05/18/11

he watched the anthill
for hours
on hot, sunny, summer's day
he marveled at them
the neat, orderly lines
moving in and out
of their colony
what should have
to his mind
been chaos
was order instead

hearing his mother call
he finally got up to leave
raising his sneakered foot
to cast a dark shadow
on what he had so long observed

before he could bring his foot down
on the helpless insects below
the sun was obscured
by a gigantic black cloud
casting the boy inure dark shadow

he looked up
and put his foot down
carefully
far from the anthill

and
as the sun began to shine on him again
he hurried himself home

©2011-Art Belliveau