This is the day
it just might
all turn
around.
The day that eyes
open
wide
and so do
mouths.
Hungry for a food
that feeds
more than
this package of
tissue, bone, cells
and sorrow.
This may
be
a call to pray
before this sacred
plate
with the colors of
sustenance
becoming faces
the named and
nameless ones.
I watch us
stop
close up tight
like a bud
walk right through
the fragile dahlia
of each human
ecosystem –
trample a liver
just miss a stomach
land squarely on a
heart
continue crushing all the
gentle stalks
on our way
to
check our cell phone
answer an email
run a traffic light
make our mark
place our flag
where no one will be
standing
to see it.
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