Inhabiting an Ant by Sarah Dickenson Snyder

Inhabiting an Ant
—after Ross Gay

The hunger of it,
the grip, even when
it is upside down.
The smallness,
the finding of an opening
in a box of sugar, that endless sweetness
and in this way I feel fine
when it slips unhit into darkness
between the counter and stove,
and in this way we survive
side by side my hand silenced
as I watch another find its way
up the steep wall
of the smooth ceramic sink,
climb with an ease
I wanted in Patagonia,
my backpack snug
against my body,
my poles a part of my arms
scaling rocky inclines,
moving in unimaginable beauty
so far from this kitchen,
in unbroken land
skirting turquoise lakes
under clouds collecting
like a partition above.
Wind everywhere.

by Sarah Dickenson Snyder

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Editor’s Note: The opening line of this poem immediately pulls the reader into a journey of epic proportions where every moment leads one step higher, until the final line rewards the reader with everything.