Adrift

Hungry, hungry, aren’t we all–

Yearning, stretching, leaning,

aching to be filled up.

Our longing tempered.

The hallowed well sated.

Bittersweet,

I wonder

about my ever itchy feet,

about my

never learning to be

still.

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