Alexithymia
Hunger is a seed
stuck halfway down
my throat,
and I am running
over to the stream, drinking fast
to wash it down
but for nothing.
Green shoots emerge,
squeeze their way up and out
like a Sesame Street time-lapse
in my esophagus.
Sunflower disc florets feed
finches their breakfast
from my open mouth.
What vivid imagery in this one. And I see so much passing in front of my mind's eye.
I love your poems, they have a calm in them, the calm of nature.