History in the Making

Ants have a history unwritten, they carry it

with them in every move they make. There

are not enough words to record all which

has come before, all that is in the making.

Words are but loosened feathers released on

the wind of a turning page. The flood of tears

which has rained down can never wash away

or drown the grief of loss we endure each day.

The pundits say, time is awasting; I say time

itself, every ticking second of it, is etched

indelibly into our faces. There are not enough

words to account for all which has happened.

No wonder we curse, trying our best to explain.

Every ants know this—their work, their illustrious

history continues silently and uninterrupted to this

very day.

Chris Hanch 9-1-17