I saw a line of ants

I saw a line of ants

walking back to back

each carrying a green leaf

larger than their bodies.

Such effort, such purpose 

and not a single one

stopped to complain

Later, a white worm

curved through the soil.

Its back held perfect grooves

brown and spotted like tiny trees.

I notice these things 

the small, the nameless,

the quiet miracles.

Tiny flowers in bloom

faces I do not know.

I wish I knew their names

but I call them 'flowers'.

Just as we call a group of strangers

'people or person'

And today,

I looked up from my thoughts,

noticed myself

in the soft light of morning 

and for once,

being here

did not feel like

a bad place

to be