Hunger

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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.