They Are Giants
A solitary ant
slowly winds its way to nowhere;
lost and out of touch with the hive
hidden beneath the house, the same colony
which only yesterday invaded
our warm and abundant
human spaces.
After the season's first bitter night,
this ant is alone, and so am I.
I turn out the light and listen.
Something immense and mysterious
moves in this night's silence,
a fragment seeking its place,
while life's awesome hunger
feels its way in the dark.
for Richard Rawls