Shadows

This work-a-day life
what does it mean?
what should it mean?

I glimpse shadows moving over verdant hills
wind blowing through the trees
stirring things up

and my soul stirs
a bit

I thought
at one point
that life would mean something more than this

When the thought of adulthood was
the shimmering goal

I don't often find myself running out to play
that is the real loss I think