I was fully planning on skipping a day of the two week WordPress poetry course I signed up for. Today, in fact. So I settled in on the couch with Ruby and a friend of hers to watch the movie Antz. Then along came this beautiful quote.
"The whole system makes me feel insignificant." "Excellent. You've made a real breakthrough." "I have?" "Yes, You are insignificant." Wise words subtly linger, wasted on Antz and toddlers licking fingers, dropping crumbs. They came up at lunch, out of the woodwork and into our conversation. Apparently they taste like citrus when sprinkled over crème fraîche on fancy plates, kickin' and dreaming our lives mean a little something more than lemon juice. Still carving paths around snack packs made of Terro. Surviving. We carry loads of cookie scraps ten times our weight and wait for meaning.
It could have been the quote. Or the ants. Or the mess those kids were making with Ruby’s birthday cupcakes. Or some combination of the above. In any event, I was reminded of today’s chatter about bugs getting into homes and food and a chef from Denmark that intentionally uses ants as seasoning. Somehow all that blended together into my response to Day Four: Animals, Concrete Poem, Enjambment.