Their numbers are minuscule yet their buildings are vast,
as if an ant pile created for only a few ants, few roam
the halls, footfalls echoing on bare walls, the past is
alive within the structures though, the whitewashed
substance like hardened toothpaste giving age to the
warm, strong walls,
I feared them at first, their ability to create such a
place, but over many weeks I realized that their
species was harmless; no interaction meant no
conflict amongst themselves, surely I could fare
the same,
I tried to introduce myself but everyone is so silent,
and they keep their distance from me, I wonder if
this is some sort of ritual or if they just don't see
me as an alien,
I often pondered on my long trip here that I might
meet another life-form, but I never imagined they
would be so much like us, yet so indifferent
to our existence.
