I am dressed in black.
I change and wear a white t-shirt.
From it colourful threads complete with bobbins hang.
As I walk they unspool in a frenzied dance.
I reach the empty fountain.
Milk reminds me I am more than a body.
I capture my breath into a plastic bag.
I hold it, full.
I squeeze it until all the breath is gone.
I hold it, empty.
I let the bag fall to the ground.
Such is our life: full one moment, empty the next.
Then it is over.