Fulfillment

Shell shocked, empty, grasping for leverage

peering through the nothingness of the surrounding ocean

thinking of days long ago, relaxed atop a haystack

at one with a beauty, watching and reaching

hungry for change

a hunger that will not be filled by a single pear

hunger and emptiness that will only be filled with

the U-N-I-T-Y of us all

©Regina Phillips May 2022