Florence: progress

posted by Jamila

a stray piece of prosciutto
fallen from someone's panini

and of the frenzied ants, only two accept the challenge

from time to time i glance to my side
observe their progress
probably a day's work, transporting this prosciutto
a day measured in meters, in ant sweat

mine measured in ideas, transactions, consumptions, expenses

and yet

who am i?

she who judges progress
drawing inspiration from the prosciutto-dragging ant