Thoughtlessly brought into the world of my car
By the sweep of my sleeve,
The ant lands on the horizon of the steering wheel.
In the pause between lights it seems to question me;
Antennae twitching in nervous wonder,
Or frantic fear.
I consider ending its misery
But outside the car the traffic calls;
When next I look the ant is gone
To make what sense it canWithin this vehicle’s walls.