Worker Ants

Southwest Airlines

Southwest Airlines (Photo credit: Photographer Clayton)

colonies of worker ants
single file,
follow the leader
between blades of grass
standing attention,
communicate in obscure
antennae protrude
where you’d think
ears should be.
maroon suits clothe angular
they advance,
stalk ambiguous profit.
others cluster to the side
juggle brief
cases and carry-on’s,
babble the same language.

“Southwest Airlines, flight
to Oakland and Orange County,
now boarding group A.”

Poor Joe Hesch, having to clean up the Pub all by himself. This is posted for OLN at dVerse Poets’ Pub after a great anniversary celebration. I’ve been MIA for much of the party due to lack of Internet access. I’ll have to get a smart phone, I guess. But I do have one of those Blue Tooth thingies since cell phone use in cars is defendu in both California and Nevada!


14 thoughts on “Worker Ants

  1. Mohana says:

    I have nominated you for the Reader Appreciation Award at


  2. souldipper says:

    A thoroughly familiar metaphor. Sometimes it seems there are assembly lines inside those buildings from which carbon copies emerge. I’ve wondered – are these the defects or the perfects?


  3. Ravenblack says:

    People do seem like ants in airports, moving in lines. Nice twist and revelation. 🙂


  4. chris says:

    So much to watch in airports. Great images in this poem.


  5. Once, my flight from Germany was delayed and we were sitting in the departure room, waiting to be called, looking through the windows at the workers lifting suitcases, getting them ready to be loaded into one of the many airplanes waiting … I remember thinking that it’s probably a great job, they all/ the workers/ looked so calm and happy, stress- free, exchanging jokes …I haven’t noticed on other airports if those same people look that happy too, but I had in my mind the wish to be one of those worker ants for quite some time after that 🙂 Nice poem Victoria, funny and easy to read!


  6. Jamie Dedes says:

    Does seem rather disconcerting … but what’s a traveler to do?
    A fun poem. A great metaphor. Nice! 😉


  7. rmp says:

    I think almost anywhere you go worker ants emerge…mindless drones speaking a language all their own. I’m starting to feel a bit ant-ish. I think I need to figure out a way to shake things up.


  8. Chazinator says:

    I like the image of passengers as ants. Most times on flights I feel like cattle being herded into the killing room… but I have been known to be overly dramatic. 🙂 We often do seem like mindless beings marching in line, don’t we. It’s a sobering thought.


  9. Susan says:

    Fun! I see three distinct groups–the workers outside the window, the handsome attendants, and the passengers. I am a bit confused by: “between blades of grass / standing attention”–at first I thought they were propellers, but not on these huge flights. My favorite are the passengers: those who advance and those who stand on the side–the predators and the jugglers! What a huge choreographed dance it takes to prepare to fly!


  10. Poet Laundry says:

    A fun read Victoria 🙂


  11. Big smile. They are the ants we are the cattle.


  12. dragonkatet says:

    Wonderful metaphor is this! Those baggage handlers really do some heavy lifting. Very much like worker ants. 🙂 Hope you are well, Victoria.


  13. ayala says:

    I love people watching in the airport… So many stories unfold 🙂


  14. brian miller says:

    smiles….def all that is going on at the air port seems like worker ants everywhere…love sitting in airports many people to see and take in….so are you on th way home or still have time out there?


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