Outset

Not surprisingly, 
an ant,
as small as the felt tip 
of a pen,
in the vast synthetic 
desert
in which you work,
picks up the scent 
of yesterday’s curling sandwich,
from many ant miles 
away.

At the outset 
of a working day,
each task
set by the master
strikes you 
as being nothing short
of impossible.

Then again,
nothing goes 
to waste.