micro mystery: munday on monday poem

They’re almost imperceptible

In line along the sink;

They scurry in such frantic rush

You’ll miss ’em if you blink.

Perhaps they’re living, moving dots

I can’t express or fathom…

They’re either very tiny ants

Or else they’re giant atoms.

This story was originally published September 11, 2016 at 5:53 PM with the headline "Munday on Monday: Micro-mystery."