Ants

Ants,

search for food,

in the most unlikely places;

Places rife,

with scarcity;

They seem to know something,

that escapes

my human senses.

Their wanderings,

across the landscape of my table,

remind me

of fragments of my mind;

Wandering away,

searching,

for nourishment.

But alas;

Words astray,

Scraps,

are all they bring back.