Some things are for the ants to bite
like the tip of your toe
or the corner of a book
or bits of leaves

The tiny holes add character
I find myself searching for the source
perhaps they're tucked away in some crack

or corner and are waiting to be found out

or hiding until they can make their escape

the ants dig fortresses beneath the surface
find the crevices unknown to man
explore the depths of the smallest worlds

I try to shrink down to their size
fold my body into itself
become as small as I always wish I can be
unnoticeable except to the keenest eye

and hopelessly fail every time

the ants don't notice
they are caught up in
their own small world
where the grass is a forest
and sidewalk cracks are canyons

Sometimes our small is impossibly large

and the ants don't mind.