The ants hurry on, oblivious
to what has come before.
Their single-minded attitude
belies their seemed intelligence.
I watch them from the sidelines
looking for a knowing spark.
A glance, a wink, to let me
know that they're with me, I'm not alone.
Rarely when that glint appears,
At Last! a kindred soul that knows.
Someone else, their past revealed.
A soul not blind, but fully whole.