What the Ant Saw What the ant saw when he stopped on a branch: golden rays slicing through tangled black boughs, falling in curtains of lace that hung off each branch like gossamer threads of gold fairy down. What the ant saw when he paused on a ledge: a city built on shimmering water, bridges arching ‘tween buildings, statues edge each garden terrace; keep feet off water. What the ant saw from the mountain’s bent cone: ice kissed, sun soaked, the crag peak pierces clouds, offers views of a fluffy land rain-sewn, wind-driven, sky-veiling–this puffy shroud. All the ant saw made his antennae twitch, … Continue reading What the Ant Saw