There’s a black ant

on the bathroom floor.

 

I saw him yesterday

and again today.

 

I guess he must have

rode in on my shoe,

jumping light years through space

to be lost in this alien world

of monstrous vistas

and regular lines.

 

I spot him scooting

towards a wall

and I study his ways;

 

He circles like

an aimless black dot

on a cold white graph

of tiles.

 

He hasn’t come up

with an answer yet,

but he’s still alive.

 

I mustn’t be God.