Hungry Hearts
by Margot Miller © 2006
Baby bird upward turns, blindly, screeching
Ragged-edged mother-tongue jabs and misses
Splintered silence marks the father's
place, absent. Hunger leaves the
fledgling on a narrow ledge,
Drawn close, ashamed.
Wind tears through my heart
I bite off the parts I do not want
and dare not keep. I search
for the one piece
I cannot find.
How do we teach hungry hearts to love?
How do we learn what is not taught?
In stillness
In time
Inside
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