ants on a picnic / Californian sunspot

i’m a Californian sunspot 
a little ant around all this wonder
this picnic and all these flowers 
i’m all scatter brained 
i see ants scuttling, scattering, 
flipping and flapping 
tearing and tapping
writhing and wrapping 
themselves all around my floor 
in my flat dirt patch 
looking to be no more than desolate desert
i see myself, a little sunspot scouring nothing 
for a view that’ll resonate, make me feel something 
an ant on a picnic scrambling, scurrying
on plant earth i’m circling, journeying
a big picnic for an ant …relatively speaking
get your hands and all your crumbs but 
an ant is pretty spoiled scrambling down highway one 
i’m a Californian sunspot
mode of dust in a sunbeam 
in a million points, one single dot
it aught so seem so much a dream
a Californian sunspot 
without no self esteem 
an ant on a picnic 
living out an American dream