it’s all food
the tender touch of a loved one
or the feeling of the sun on your face
the stub of your toe on the chair foot, again
or cutting your finger with the vegetables
the taste of cinnamon and tangerine
the argument at work
or interaction you just weren’t present for
the sound of church bells ringing in the distance
or the alarm clock buzzing you awake
the disappointment of not taking the initiative to help someone else, or yourself
the joy of the children playing in the yard
or a quiet moment’s rest.
every little thing.
it’s all food.
if only you’re truly hungry
to know your truth
and ready to taste
some ripe delicious fruit.