As if

On the balcony a few days ago I was watching silently an ant struggling to save itself ιn your plate with chickpeas before you saved it and placed it carefully in the pot with the rubber tree. It wasn’t the first time you had done something like this. But this time it felt as if it was the last one, there was something of an end to your movements, a heavy tone of thoughtfulness in your fingers, as if soon there would be no future insects, plants, balconies with people and food. Or again as if the hands we have will not be enough to save any beings from drowning. 
Vasilis Papageorgiou