At A Time

Grew up on hunger, sleep and justice


Tired days stole the pleas of the stomach

and fed them to blind scales


Reciprocation is hard work

and something justice

doesn’t do well


But a few alterations

in the plans

are done

So hunger growls another way


Too loud now for rest


Too steady to let bloom


even when it asks the wind


push it far from stem to where the grove

is filled a stone at a time.

11 thoughts on “At A Time

  1. Thank you for liking my poem, Indian Ocean Love Song; I agree with Dominique — the stanza, “Reciprocation is hard work/and something justice/doesn’t do well” cements the tone of this piece very firmly and focuses everything on the hunger.

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