Hans Børli - April 24, Restorative + Pranayama

I loved everything about this piece, the best kind of “report”.

Report from the Grass Roots

I am a little ant.

A quiet falls upon the paths

and the great evening starts to darken in the woods.

All the sensible old wood-ants

must be home long ago

with their pine needles - but I

crawl in the twilight, with my pincers ready,

upwards on a swaying blade of bent-grass.

Would be fine, you know,

to come back home to our anthill

dragging a star...