Free food
is becoming
harder to find
no matter if
you hunt
or fish
or dig
for your dinner
or even
stand in line
in the hopes
a food bank
won’t run out
before it’s your turn
The darkness
is there
just
out of reach
but in sight
flirting
in shades of gray
as it whispers
quiet nothings
from down
in the deep
to draw me in
closer
Easily crushed
and bruised
with just a touch
the flesh
is smooth
but sensitive
and thin
and as the
soul within
shirks away from
brash sounds
and loud noises
retreat
seems safest
Food has become
so expensive
that sometimes
it feels
as if starvation
is right
around the corner
and yet
even then
it can be hard
to find
the motivation
to eat.
Some days
the clouds
look like
racing bunnies
but hold no rain
to kiss the ground
and on these days
I think of you
lying with me
in the grass
sharing
what we see