Hungry

A

Boy

Can’t

Discover

Everything

Fast enough. He

Goes out every day,

Hungry for new experiences.

Inside his eyes the itch for novelty

Jostles for predominance over the sinking

Knowledge that his quest for a constantly varied

Life is doomed. For the sun rises only in the East and the

Moon revolves through her phases with depressing predictability,

Never presenting her icy gleam in the shape of a diamond or a sugar cube

Or anything but her perfect plumpness that she can’t help sucking in as she twirls,

Presenting herself before her mirror as before an unkind suitor, making herself disappear

Quietly, until the need for life overcomes vanity and she lets herself breathe, gradually

Reinflates and shows her true radiance. People are like that, the boy says to himself.

Some seem to work so hard to hide themselves, and only in desperation reveal

Their true natures. They suck in their opinions, erasing and effacing

Until they might as well not think at all if they won’t give

Voice to their insights, won’t accept on faith that

Whatever you have to express might be just

Xactly what I need and God willing

Your words may bring me to my

Zenith.