Make A Wish

I wonder what an ant sees

when he looks up

at the dandelions in the grass -

towering infernos of light.

How does he resist

climbing to the top just to see

the hills,

the fields,

the valleys?

Or maybe he doesn't.

Maybe he climbs 

because that's what ants do 

when no one is watching.

To the yellow tuft.

To the puff.

To spin adrift

on a wind-born parachute

exploring new colonies

or maybe looking for a friend.

Maybe dandelions are an ant's transportation.

Never mind.

For me, they're daisy chains

with milky goo.

Make a wish.