Pilgrimage

Black moved over white
returning home.
It wove its presence in
and out.
Some unseen path that
was its course.

Why it came I do
not know.
But patience proved
when done.
Inspecting this strange
place.

It would finally wind
its way.
Black over white skin
(my own)
And find a toe
(my toe)
Black ant returning
home.

              GC 22 may

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