With the wind gusting so wildly
So unpredictably,
I’m willing to bet one or two ants
May have tumbled over on their backs
As we sit there on the porch.
Their feet are pedaling
Imaginary bicycles.
It’s a battle of wits against
Various physical laws,
Plus Fate, plus —
So-what-else-is-new?
Wondering if anyone’s coming to their aid
Bringing cake crumbs,
Miniature editions of the Bible,
A lost thread of two
Tied end to end?