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.
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.