Edible

And I guess

we’re all

edible,

letting ourselves be

(or yet being able to stop from being)

devoured by our

expectations,

environment,

and

egos,

being swallowed whole

by the earth

and its many woes.

Different

We all

want

love,

purpose,

good food,

and understanding,

yet we

somehow

manufacture

differences

between us.

Painful Paradox

We’re creatures

so paradoxically made

that we need

pain

dishealth

and heartbreak

to compel us

into self-discipline,

consequences so

grave and horrifying

that we

almost reach out

to good behavior.

Imagine a beast

so depraved

that it cannot

even act

in its own

favor.

Thanksgiving Eve: On Human Nature

It is difficult to determine

whether

having a day set aside for gratitude

is a cause for celebration

or for shame.

We don’t ascribe days to

breathing

or

waking

or

thinking

because we do those things, always.

What a thorough humiliation

that we cannot say the same

for thankfulness.