For a luscious fire-ant

the weathered damp-smitten concrete

bench by the way

overseeing the water

strumming into the mouth

of a body it will not know

just yet

is a whole universe,

for the average human being

it is boredom encased; can we say their experiences

differ, or that one is loftier than the other?

Can we say that one is simpler

or that the other is misguided? What can we say

if we have truly felt the concrete pressed

against our skin, a faithful place

to be set

even when wet,

and seen the water as it sparkles in gleeful

return

to a universe

of its own kind.