Ant....

I burrow and I dig
direct my attention to the line
that runs to the sweet,
sweet honey

the call of the queen
is guiding me,
my thread, my wire
the point where I always start

it’s the tickling
the red fire
that seduces me

I’m an ant
and will learn to fly
when the time has come

after a shower
when the puddle
mirrors the rain

the leaf
that I spin together
a nest to cradle.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere
18/01/2015