Untitled: On a branch an ant stood

On a branch an ant stood
in a trough of bark
a woody ridge it strained
to look
but could not see
beyond the fork ahead
impossible to tell
the final degree of
a turn
sudden surprising
crossing and recrossing
the woody rivulets
channels that read like an
indecipherable script
no ant knows
at any time
the branch it walks on
mapless blind
it marches
along the neverending
branching byways
of its universe.