They gather among the grains and I wonder
if to them there is a difference
between others and me

As if I too acknowledge their distinctions
or ascribe more than a single identity,
forgetting the principles of symbiosis

The irregular harmony of the movements
is familiar and important
and what brings us here

And by the end even though
I may fling nothing but air,
they shall come for the spreading

While I, selfish and helpless,
shall continue and not notice
the angry flutter of wings