Crab Bisque Blues

Unlike some who’ve stood at a kitchen
sink weighing the world’s sweet problems,
I have no such scales, though I could
take solace in knowing why ants circle
my sink as if it’s a sinking ship, when
my stainless steel vat of dirty dishes
only waits to fill my German-made
dishwasher, which ants possibly know
and care about. Still, I do wonder why
we can’t resist watching ants, and
aren’t more in awe of mysteries deeper
than the kitchen sink---or this vast pot
in which I cooked today’s crab bisque