Observation

What i am is also: world
The world that was repelling me
Or so i felt
The world in which i had no say
Not even about moving some of her smallest parts
I feel embarrassed.
So trivial my thoughts
So puny my process. My time.
I watch an ant that i don’t smash
Walking on a brick. Its path is a signature artwork
Its observer can understand
Something about purpose

Observation was originally published on Meandering home