tiny footprints

Little heartbreak ant,

afraid of Fate yet

clasped between

these two palms.

Looking for those

wee-big gaps

betwixt these fingers

and 'round these wrists.

Making mountains out of molehills,

carrying your thousand-pound worries

like speaking them out loud

will break you into pieces.

Busy like the bee;

searching the finger-palisades

for crumbling stones

and caving walls.

You wave your antennae

where the air blows in,

like the winter will inevitably

leave us cold and wanting.

Come home to me

and find your peace.

Let yourself rest
in these head and heart lines.

Pack up your papers

your circle-roads

and the six fuzzy socks

you pace these 'floors' in.

Little heartbreak ant

afraid to Hope

[learning to cope]

yet clasped between,

these two palms.