What a life! The mad scramble of ants
into wild luxury of peony.
So many slipping between sheets of living
tissue, the scent a fierce fascination.
Wandering in, they open the bud-bowl
like a universe of their own making.
There in the dizzying Bacchanalia
of light filtered through screens of raucous color,
each ant creates the atmosphere of its life,
shaping it about him like a potter working
a hollow into clay. Oh, to sticky-live--
Monet shades fragrant and clinging to you,
life unfolding to its core.
This poem first appeared in Bellowing Ark.
Used here with the author’s permission.