Any One Can Make a Difference

The water’s up high enough
That occasional rollers
Sweep carpenter ants off logs.

There goes one now, flailing legs,
Waving antennae, spinning
Around in receding foam.

Maybe a fish will get fed.
Maybe the ant will drown soon.
Ask yourself how much you care.

How much could anyone care?
So the colony loses
An ant. Plenty of ants left.

That ant’s legs haven’t quit yet,
Floating on out past your reach.
Think that ant will tame the lake?