dry dirt, empty
bellies make simple
mulch of aspiration:
rain for thirsty
soil for hungry
crops for empty
aching this
way, vision is undone to
dust at foot-fall distance- these
are the clouds; none
above; there is
no far horizon
within the hunger, hope
is pecking for crumbs, playing
hide and seek with pain.
beyond the
hunger every ambition is
rain.
-fin
Dr. David L. Katz, MD, MPH (All rights reserved)
Inspired by a movie/true story: The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind