Appetite
Oct 10 2024
I often wonder
whether it’s hunger, or appetite.
Want
or desire.
Need
or basic neediness.
And then, the moral high ground
of renunciation,
determined to keep yourself
blessedly chaste,
free
of corrupting passion,
satisfied
with what you have.
Or, as a Buddhist would say
free of attachment.
Although I understand that after awhile
a starving man
stops feeling the pangs.
That there’s a clarity of mind.
That he feels cleansed.
Gluttony, though, I know well;
so stuffed, even the sight of food
disgusts you.
But to be past the point of hunger
is beyond me,
here, In the land of abundance,
where we’ve become so inured
to ease and excess
gratitude
is hard to come by.
Yet desire still burns
so powerfully
I fear it will consume me.
How irrepressible my greed
how fiercely I crave
how much I envy.
There is a hollow in me
I seem helpless to fill.
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