On Deaf Ears

Low of the low
Finds the modest ant
Seemingly going nowhere
Knows of what it needs
Atop a stone
Down an avenue of termite abandonment
Missing opportunity an unknown

High above
Sparrow wings flutter
Riding updrafts of nature's preserve
Darting eyes seeking
Beneath sun drenched oak limbs
Perhaps a snack
A feast

Struggling
Middle prone man
Continues ill at ease
Needing to redefine
Feet for something besides walking
Hands for what was once suited for tooling survival
Hearts for...

A few
Dare to seek answers in Marianas Trench
Prepare civilian exploration in space
Conquer the uncomfortable
Knowing the lessons about to be learned
Transcend the joys of couch-potato-mindset
Botoxable reality
And Mansome importance

Even fewer
Banish such tangible realms
Choosing instead
Personal capsules of discovery
Where by chance
The observation of an ant's strength
Or the darting quickness of the sparrow survival
Reveals connection of the evasive dots
Delivering epiphanies
Most likely passé
To those
And that
Which our hubris lords over

Might we need to recall
Reality's little secrets ala Kurtz
"The horror... the horror"

Is anyone listening?