A windless day— ants rearrange silence grain by grain. Right here on the fingertip of now. Time just flows ahead, never asking where it goes, nor if we follow. Sugar ants ignore all borders— so do stars. In the now clouds take the shape of unasked questions. Unanswered, a better question began. Never enough forks in the road— so I asked the spoon. Right here on the fingertip of now. Time just flows ahead, never asking where it goes, nor if we follow. Impermanent— yet somehow this moment stays. ───── [Lyrics © Mario Caoile]
