I am walking.
An ant is walking too,
unwavering,
toward my rising, falling shoe.
The ant is oblivious to the peril
of two scales of the world colliding,
mine sizeable, its miniscule.
The ant walks on soon to be crushed,
three dimensions compressed into two.
I, not the ant,
understand the gravity of the situation.
If a decision is made to alter the ant’s fate,
the decision will be mine.
I veer.
You and I, unlike the ant,
understand our imminent crisis.
We see the deadly descending shoe.
We choose to swerve, and do.
Or not.
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