Feast

don’t wander down the dim halls of memory
lost in a musty maze of dead
ends

don’t launch out into the future
on the treacherous sea of pulp
fiction

trust this pulsing moment
tawdry, tattered, or bright
let things come to you

in the marriage
of your yes
and the outstretched hand of now

sit down at the feast
of what is so
savor swallow

eat it all

steaming-bowl

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

it is in the being of the days a thing makes sense
the clear, confusing, giddy, dull, and tearful passing of the time

 

 

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4 responses to “Feast

  1. I love this, Loretta. Keeping it and reading it again and again. Katherine

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  2. Thank you, this is so beautiful. I would like to share it with friends on WhatsApp. Whom should I credit it to?

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