NaPoWriMo Day 7...Hunger

I've caught up and decided to write a poem about joy and gifts, but something more everyday. Finding the joy of having a good meal when you've tired yourself out, the gift of finding a place that can satisfy your hunger...

Hunger 

These long hours on the river create  

a hunger that cannot be sated. 

As we paddle the white water, 

we dream the rapids are whip cream, 

the rocks are blocks of chocolate, 

the trees turn into slim jims, 

The cars driving on route 2 

roll into M&M’s in every color. 

When we portage on the shore 

and make the pilgrimage to our car, 

all we have are crackers and power bars. 

But we want a burger with fries 

a beer, cocktail, a giant glass of wine. 

After we pack our gear and boats away, 

we find there is no greater gift 

than to find a place that gives us 

tall cocktails with umbrellas 

and burgers the size of skyscrapers. 

Yet, after our final bite, as fatigue 

settles in our muscles and bones 

and our beers warm our cold cheeks, 

we feel our bodies slip into a new desire; 

our body’s ready to lay down  

in this diner’s booth and sleep.