I’m as special as an ant

special as an ant

I’m as special as an ant, that ant
on the rocks with my shiny wings
going somewhere in circles. I’m as
nobody as the sparrow, under the
goldenrod, on the moss, pecking,
hopping, pecking. I’m as somebody
as the pine, droopy cones and thick
roots, bleeding sticky blood from
my tallness. I’m the jay, the squirrel,
the birch, the yellow-bellied sapsucker,
the bee. I’m happily somebody and nobody,
importantly unimportant, helping the world go on.