Wavering Ways Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

I am as an ant
walking webs
sealing
symmetrical time.
As an ant
seeking searching
out safe
routes home.

With all
yet only
power determination
ability
of an ant.
Conceptualized
concentrated
within an
anaestheticised
anxious ant.

Walking webs
wreath wrestling
weave spun
wavering ways.
Maybe we in
frenzy urgency
will journey back.
In welcoming time.

We
are
spread
far
so thinly
those
with wonder
chime
filled
minds.


Copyright © Terence George Craddock