I look
but do not see
reach but
cannot touch
eat but
do not taste
move but
remain in place
pull together but
nothing joins
speak but
no one listens
listen but
hear silence
I am form
without definition
I embrace
one part of nothing
what is
will not last
what comes is
yet to be
I am at one
with shifting wind
blowing dry leaves
over barren soil
I have become
none in one
whom I do
not know
