I would appreciate any type of help, thank you
hunger in new york city
simon ortiz
Hunger crawls into you
from somewhere out of your muscles
or the concrete or the land
or the wind pushing you.
it comes to you, asking
for food, words, wisdom, young memeories
of places you ate at, drank cold spring water, or held somebody's hand,
or home of the gentle, slow dances,
the songs, the strong gods, the world
you know.
that is, hunger searches you out.
it always asks you,
how are you, son? where are you?
have you eaten well?
have you done what you as a person
of our people is supposed to do?
and the concrete of this city,
the oily wind, the blazing windows,
the shrieks of automation cannot,
truly cannot, answer for that hunger
although i have hungered, truthfull and honestly, for them
to feed myself with
so i sang to myself quietly:
i am feeding myself
with the humble presence
of all around me;
i am feeding myself
wiht your soul, my mother earth;
make me cool and humble.
bless me.
2007-03-23
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