Diligently mobile villagers…mulling about.

Going somewhere, everywhere, anywhere…

Other than where they are.

Half smirk smiles.

Eyes downcast, all the while.

I, too, with no sense of the lazy mile.

Daily toil with no sense of style.

I find myself with no pilgrimage to greater thought.

And, all about me, blank stares in faith of…

‘what can and cannot be bought.’