Sanctity.
Life is sacred,
even for the
tiniest souls
walking the short tight rope
between Heaven and Hell,
the final verdict
of smashing hand
or careless boot
inches away
from microscopic microcosm.

Unmindful of invisible universe
teeming in a waterdrop,
go about a busy day
like marching ants
on endless hill,
bending, fetching
drum of cadence
drowning out
all other music.

How very Zen-like;
this mini denizen
so blithely strolls
across astonished fingers
in forever quest
from here to there.