When you’re
starving
And you find
a little patch
Of
strawberries, or
Maybe some raspberries
Growing in the
forest
They taste
amazing
So tangy, so
sweet
And you’re
grateful
They keep
you alive
But they don’t
last long
And soon you’re
longing
For
something, anything
Even the tiniest
bite
And you
nearly give up
But then
there’s an acorn
And it’s
bitter, but
Still you’re
grateful
And you tell
yourself
That it isn’t
bitter
And you tell
yourself
That you’re
full
You really
are
You don’t
need
More than
this
This is
enough
This should be
Good enough
Then one day
You stumble
upon
A truck farm
There are
beans
And squash
And sweet
corn
There is so
much
That you
almost
Make yourself
sick
And days and
weeks later
You realize
you haven’t
Worried
About getting
enough
For a very
long time
You find a
ripe strawberry
The most
beautiful one
The sweetest
one
And you just
enjoy it
It doesn’t
keep you alive
All by
itself
You weren’t
desperate
When you
found it
But it
reminds you
Of all those
scary days
When you
were starving
And there
wasn’t
Nearly enough
So you savor
it
Then it’s
gone
But that’s
okay
Because there’s
Another one
Right here
