A Study of Ants

All morning lying belly flat like a child I felt the earth against my flesh And in this position sweet all the while I watched the ants in a solid line Streaming upward from their far place What summoned them to climb To join the trek and hold a ranked pace? Theories abound, I'll have none For their are things beyond facts we see The finite is an infinite galaxy And in the known is still a maze of mystery The wall of time will not explain. There is a scent of sugar, a sniff of fat The little wands sensing air may feel But something cryptic, and beyond all that Marshall these ants to explore. I break the long line and study the detour They sniff the lame and dead Something is said, I know nothing more New strategies are supplied so fast Yet more as another alien part of me I study these things to find My forgotten self, my long lost memory And inexplicable peace of mind.