Mind of an Ant

Mind of an Ant

Swept by soft comforter

Mopped by gentle night

Cobwebs banished

Beyond wrinkles of time

I became a witness

Over physical time

Watched over self

By self- witnessing

Judging with gavel

Carried soul scrupulously

In palms of hand, still

Spilled many a drop

Intentions well meant

Still tinged with colors

Unbecoming, undoing

Why off-color

Ordinary emotions of

Of anger, pride et al appeal

For all my zeal

I am like an ant

Born to fall, rise again  

(picture from internet)