ancient minds
men walk with knuckles to earth
no thoughts of tomorrow’s report
no guilt in lack of desire to clean
no shame in neglection of tasks unfinished
nor regret of the dog
a small smile and tail-wag-eager to walk
lingering between full and empty
the only metric to measure the results of their day
modern heads now
how did we come to be
these creatures seeking
the fill of space between the lay of our bones
stretched out on earth
full of need