Days of Interruption

I am but one ant

in a hill of ants.

I am a droplet of mist

on a foggy day.

I am a willow

bending to your caste.

I struggle for voice

with mute tongue.

These are the days of interruption.

Of disappearance.

I will dance for you now

but not forever.

So don't get used to it.

I'm not as far gone as I look.

Parfait of Mist by David Webster taken at Kiosk, Algonquin Provincial Park, May 2010.