I scatter pieces
Of myself
Throughout my day

My trail is littered
With a thought here
A worry there

The drooping branch
Of an unfulfilled promise

The lichen covered log
Of old resentments

Browning leaves
Of once was

Slippery pebbles
Of never was

Wishes dropped here
Daydreams there
Distractions everywhere

Until
In my car
At a red stoplight
I watch an ant
Crawl up the windscreen

Ah, I think
That ant never has to try
To collect again
The scattered pieces
Of itself

But I am human

I lose
And I find

I scatter
And I recollect

I see an ant
And I give thanks