Basket

My basket is empty;
it sits in a nearly barren field.
Unyielding steel, stone, and wood
are this day's companions.
Sparse grasses may hide
some long-ago secrets;
it seems unlikely. Yet,
I must hurry and look;
this destitution leaves me hungry
for words and possessions.
I only hope to uncover
some forgotten memories
to place in my lonely cart
and complete my thoughts.