Dropped a thought in the pond

Silver on the pond,

Like Glitters drift across the blue.

I pull my orange jacket close,

Hands buried in my pockets.

I see an anthill from the bench,

So many little passages,

Ants moving like time itself.

How do they know the way?

If I were an ant,

Would I question leaving home,

Searching for a life beyond the hill?

I let the thought float away,

dropped it in the lake.