Watchers

Behold the fleck of ant
bearing with diligence his large
load of crumb down the long
mile of floorboard.

By observation we become
part of an insect’s life. Is he
aware of us? What thread of vision
links antic and observant?
What false criterion of size?
And who is it who, watching us,
whispers Watch for Who it is
Who watches you?

Luci Shaw