When We Carve

When we carve

our names

into old

picnic tables

Do we know

what we’ve done

and what our marks

have enabled?

Do we see

the ants

that now crawl

in and out

up and down

and all through

our initials?

Do we feel

how they do

are we sure

like they are

that this is all

providential?

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