A wayward ant meanders on my kitchen table
To savor ghosts of meals that passed this way.
An archaeologist of ketchup spots and gravy stains
To read the hieroglyphics of pate.
A great explorer is this little guy
To cross the huge expanse of asphalt tile
And climb the table leg to wooden sky,
Investigate eternal mysteries of kitchen,
Surmount a sugar bowl to answer why
And how the world is made and when, and who
Could fabricate infinity with staples
And wood and nails and paint and glue.