Lunch Hour

December 23rd, 1998 | Category: Poems

I fight hard not to swallow the moment whole
Struggle to spread the taste out long and thin
And to enjoy the slender morsels
To let them linger with the few and the far-between

The chasm of clock ticks and calendar pages
The aching hunger of days inbetween
The latent longing stirred to life
With tears that swell from the gut and into the eyes

More of a revelation than an accident
To purposefully stumble into knowing bliss
Smiling with my eyes closed
My core alive with the soft gurgle of monarch wings