Ants on a wire
- Gopi Kottoor (India)
They
move fast
Each a
small speed train,
Alone,
and
Sometimes
as bogeys
Together.
On
either side,
They
meet, greet
Stop,
kiss, and move on
Not one
falling
As they
give each other
Way
The
ones setting out,
Those
returning
As
though they all know
One
another since long,
And go
their way.
They
are focused,
They
know why,
And
where they go,
The
sunlight
Turning
their red
Into
cinder glow.
And with such knowledge
Of
their kin and clan
Somewhere
Unknown
to us,
It must
be,
That
They
must have a home,
Where
they come together
To
mourn
The
loss of those
That
set out with them
And
have not yet returned.