The Ant Climber

An ant fell in my bathtub,

while scaling up the tile,
He lost his grip, and that was it,

he slipped and fell a mile.
A pinnacle of porcelain,

five-nine by class and height,
A mountaineer, free climbing there,

a vast crevasse of white.

They fly to Lukla airport,

from Kathmandu, Tibet,
To start their Himalayan crawl,

a test of tech and sweat.
From camp to camp,

up ice and rock,

they climb through strength of will,
A crane flew by with whispered sigh,

"It's just a bathtub still."

(c) Bren Breithaupt, 2011