with a single breath i blew an ant from crawling on the top of this ledge.

i miss you all over
you haven't been there, but
i'm missing what will be
and realizing
i am so fickle and shallow
so when will they disappear?
or are they a weed that must be dug out
and pulled from roots up
and if not replaced with fertile soil for new growth
will spring up again, in the same place

all this time is wondrous to me. it doesnt make sense
it moves so ackwardly
it stays so uncomfortably
it lingers in the mind like day dreams
and disappears like noonday shadows
it rises and falls to ebb and flow
and wanders and grows
like new planted ivy

pointed in new direction
neither east nor west, neither south nor north
or any in between
there is no compass
there is You
there is me
and there is the contrast apparent between light and dark
and shade

and there are ants crawling over the quiet places
i wish i were as gentle as an ant
and as hidden at times
i wish some one would blow me from my crawling place to the pine mulch and the new blossomed flowers.

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