Posted on Aug 10, 2021
Posted in Writings
We’ve been roamers since the caves
Human ants emerging from our sandstone burrows
Scurrying across Earth’s surface like grains on a breeze
Step after curious step we seek what’s outside us
Or flee what harms us
A perpetual migratory quest
There is no stopping it
The world will orbit again
The ant hills will open
The roamers will roam
You can’t unfling the already flung
The scattered cannot be unscattered.