Longing
Another poem I wrote during Warrior Monk. Man, that meditation workshop really brought out poetry in me! I keep seeing how many entries I’ve made that are poems and it surprises me. I don’t think about poetry, I don’t read poetry, I don’t enjoy poetry readings…but it seems I like to write it. Weird.
Anyway, here’s another poem I wrote that weekend. I just reread it recently and struck me how uncomfortable I am with ‘longing.’
Write a poem?
I’d rather have hot chocolate
or a fat poppyseed muffin
stuffed with chocolate chips
or devour 200 pages of an
empty sci-fi novel
anything
rather than look at the
starvation.
What good is longing
when it cannot be quenched?
Why be thirsty
when there is no water?
Why won’t the hunger just go -
I already fed it Ding Dongs.
Bidden or unbidden
longing comes.
Drips slowly, gently, whispering
“You heard, but did not hear.”
