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reflecting upon sandbox grains

Minuscule ants make a flightless
beeline along a sandbox perimeter.
In their wake, a few grains of sand

Fall out of their confining place.
One day, perhaps, they shall be free,
back to a convivial reunion by the sea.

One could traverse the length
and depth and breadth of this
and back and still have more
to ponder on and discover!

But as the grains within that pit
outnumber the billions alive today;
only stars of night can reflect their gaze.




Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2015-04-06 at 11:58

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I see it as a comparison with our lives within the universe and the ants whose universe can be a sandbox. Everything is relative. Nicely done.
Ashe
2015-04-06


arquious
True. But only if size were the determining criterion. That's how we've been programmed from birth. ☺
2015-04-06


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice. Makes you feel a bit inconsequential.
2015-04-06