"To A Hungry, Hungry Herbivore"

There's a crunch available

To those who spend their days

Tracing distant hills with their eager eyes.

To those wanting something to hold,

there is bread.

Truly, nothing like a fresh kiss,

from something sweet like meadow grass

Missouri knows.

Bring to mind

A hunger you have known before

And crunch it down

Give it a good crunch:

Glass stars in your mouth: CRUNCH.

At dawn, "the dust settles"

And your "dead-to-you" mother's soft embrace

Becomes a powdery touch, poof!

A very different 'poof' than yummy breads make.

But you were hoping for the same -

Might, maybe...meditation, surely,

Where the light hits there's a place for you.

Maybe a warm, post-shower robe you can wear

- At least

You could...

Drink instead...

the smooth rolling hills that blur

without any finger action.

Poor, poor,

poor you

You see,

The hills are so smooth without you.

This poem is part of a series of 25 daily word experiments I am committing to for the month of October. The motto: “Sometimes garbage, sometimes sweet, not fun everyday, but everyday anyway!” Intrigued to experience what can be created (and discovered) in the process of developing a consistent writing practice, I will be sharing a poem a day until my Vocal+ subscription ends at the end of the month. Let’s gooooo!