I cannot
help myself.

One mouthful
after another
the need
of the body
speaking,
making itself
heard, and
my hands,
giving without
pause,

summoning up
this unquestionable

joy.
I am called
by my bodily
existence,
and by
this deep
nourishment.

Oh earth,
what blessings
you have
given me:
hunger, appetite
and all manner
of beings who
answer that
need,
giving life
into
my blood,
that I may
breathe and
live and
feel this life.