Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Hunger


Photo: www.hardascole.com

My reasons for being there were as murky as the water.
Still, I pushed off the rocky ledge and into the ocean, spear in hand, 
having convinced myself that a fish for dinner was all I sought.
However moving blindly ahead, spear, now more a cane than a weapon,
surrendering to the pull of the ocean (or was that you brother Moon?), 
it all became clear. 
And though I left without a fish, 
I was nourished.
A deep hunger, 
sated.

2 comments:

  1. this is really nice. i like the image, and the images that the text conjures.

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