Bones and swells and cockleshells,
litter a blank, busy canvas. Entire
histories are shared silently, globally –
stories so small and giant that explain
the Origin of these ants who think
themselves vast in reason and size.
Luna crooks a teasing finger, back
and forth. Each pass of her call leaves
such unseen beauty for all to see, and
changes in mere moments, one picture
after another. Silent is the continual
story which is told, deafening to those
who choose to seek for Truth in neat
little boxes that lie to the senses.