There are days I feel like an ant
scurrying about the sidewalk
with the stiletto foot of fate
nipping at my heels
Others, I feel as untidy as Fall
hidden beneath Winter rime,
so very wary of nature's heavy step
And I think, aren't you suppose
to comfort me,
drizzle yourself like cool rain
over the length of my soul,
extinguish my fears
with dribbles of your own
before the flames become too violent
to drub alone
I keep expecting you to,
but your thoughts never make a sound
