creation…

his tomorrow’s
were out of focus
as
were
his yesterday’s
and
as for
today
it was hard
to say
since
the steady sound
of
rain
drowned out
the sounds
of
his thoughts
but
his eyes seemed
focused
as he stood
staring
at
a child
wading
bare foot
in cold puddles
pursuing
a makeshift-ship
one small
discarded
plastic bottle
manned by a crew
of
captured black ants
they didn’t seem
to be enjoying
the
adventure
as
he watched
the child’s creation
he wondered
if
god
saw us all
as
captured ants
drifting along
in
a plastic bottle