Just when you think you're all it.

Just when you think you're all it.

A Poem by Randall

Walking into the house from the Garden today. 
I saw a little Ant hill coming beneath my foot.
Suddenly a shadow appeared around me.
Looking up I saw the foot of God. 
It was just a quick sidestep and the ant hill was safe.
The shadow disappeared from around me.
Maybe we aren't all that we think we are. 



D. Randall Dollaway
13 May 2011

© 2025 Randall


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