POETRY

Sacred Cravings

A poem

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SACRED CRAVINGS

I hunger for the sun.

A holy peach hanging low
on genuflecting branches.

Hawberries bloom in worship
as killdeer trill tart, en masse.

Crabapples bake in the corona,
warming the air with want.

Autumn is ripe for the deliciously devout.

Behind the Scenes

A week or so ago, I woke up to one of the most gorgeous sunrises I’ve ever seen. I said out loud to myself, “The sun. A holy peach.”

I felt amused and inspired.

Half-awake and hungry, I challenged myself to create sensory devices to tingle the tongue while tying in religious imagery. I wanted it to remain ambiguous, to leave it up to interpretation (as it goes with most poetry).

Autumn is my favorite season — I wish it could last forever. But then, maybe I appreciate it more because it doesn’t.

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