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.
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