Giants in time
Do you remember the windmill?
When we imagined that
we would travel on its wooden sails
like wooden wings of ours
searching for that perfect hill.
We said we’d take the heat
out of its foundations
use and bury it
whenever we wanted
to catch the world’s attention.
Our unclothed adventures
disclosed in the cover of darkness
would save us from the cold,
and when the world was undone
the wind would carry away our distress.
I look up, we’re no longer there.
Time is an unwelcome bargain.
The windmill is no more
but I still have the wind.
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