1.
Prefiguring flight
Sitting on the back step
on a humid summer afternoon,
I am aware of work continuing
beneath the guinea grass
within ant-labyrinths and termitaries
whose rhythms never cease,
while on the surface broad green blades
splay in shady canopies,
feather-tips of lacy seed
stir in a sultry, fitful breeze.
The sky is overcast, the clouds
distended with a freight of rain.
Isoptera are calibrating
pressure, moisture, gravity.
Perhaps at dusk the signal drops
will fall to moisten earth for them;
nascent kings and queens will scale
the swaying stalks’ organic spires,
launched upon the cooling evening
as their nuptial wings dictate:
tiny spores, or cosmonauts
despatched to found new colonies.
The Termitary 1
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2010
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