Various and Sundry Poetry

tangerine

the world, whole and waiting.
a surface entered with a mere fingertip.
hunger and what follows it.
one piece, then another.

and yet, I keep trying to be
the rocket scientist, the chemist, the mathematician,
wanting to make better sense
of what is already so obvious:
circle. skin. orange. sweetness.

Sometimes, what matters
is to eat, and be fed.