we are intent on producing
some small proof
of our success.
We may never attain
what we had hoped to.
Who stands before me?
Below the windmill,
there sits the shadow
of the person
you once were.
The shafts spin rhythmically,
as they have done
for hundreds of years.
The field is empty. Our
stomaches are empty.
Breathe to take in
some substance to
fill the spaces.
