My foot step

My foot step after rain
is like a lake with sour water
in the path of an ant carrying on its back
the welfare of the anthill:
the ant will circle its shore
which will shrink more and more,
with every stronger sunbeam,
until one day
it will walk right through the Marianas of the heel,
carrying immeasurably less about those crushed shores
than about the crumb on its back.

© 2016 Liliana Negoi

originally written in Romanian

Comments
One Response to “My foot step”
  1. Moneyogi says:

    that’s all about the paths, shores and the rounded pebbles of wisdom that make metaphors sound like a song from the soul.

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