Ants
Jose Chavez Inestroza
Strong on its own, small all alone.
Specs of black.
How can one be so strong alone?
Carrying twice the weight of itself.
When I can’t even carry out a conversation.
Antennas of communication, signals coming in and out.
Where are my antennas?
They are damaged, a bit contorted;
they can only take in simple signals.
Only very basic symbols with some colors and lines.
Only imagery that a blind man can feel but not see,
that an introvert has not binged on.
The wavelengths of others are not the same in me.
Antennas.
Where is the repair guy? I need a few repairs to mine.
Little nimble feet, carrying hunks of beef, over high peaks.
Moving all over the world leaves behind crumbs;
one's crumbs can be another's feast.