fourth year anchal kumar

Sit outside they say

Soak in the sun

As though fifteen minutes of Vitamin D

Will help erase my worries

Cars keep whizzing by

Engines sputter and spit zooming down the road

Someone is in a hurry

Trying to get a moment of peace

Attempt failed

All these ants follow each other

Their home invading our basketball hoop

Or maybe our basketball hoop is invading their home

Looking at them from far away

They skitter around in no organized manner

But up close, they work as a team

The concrete of the porch carefully hugs the grass

A Venn diagram of natural and manmade

The line marks the entry into enemy territory

For crickets and spiders

They make me jump in fear and pull my legs close

Who’s the villain?

Well that depends on your perspective

All the gears keep turning

The sun shifts across the sky

Refusing to stop for a moment of peace

The clouds say goodbye as the shadows take over

Ignoring my look of anger as I wish for time to stop

The ants frantically move in dizzying patterns

My existence is irrelevant to them

The crickets add to the hum

Crossing over into enemy territory

The spiders scuttle into my personal space

I am a kaleidoscopic mess to them

The motorcycles roar by

Painfully louder each time

I wish for a moment of peace.

As my eyes close

I realize

I have arrived.

Deep Observations