They come along
As if on a conveyor belt
Powered by endless desire
Endless appetite
Endless wanting
And never-ending
Restlessness.

They come coated in sugar,
Dripping with chocolate
Wrapped in foil,
Crunched up in cellophane,
On glossy paper,
On the flickering screens,
And behind shining eyes.

They come in our children
And certainly in our elderly.
They come in beauty
And in plainness.
They come in men
And in women.
They come in you and me.

When we see them everywhere
Except in those moments of
Happy closeness and giving;
When we see them in
The rush and tumble, but not
In evenings at home;
Then the struggles wane.

When we are grateful,
When we just are.
The struggles cease.
Look forward to that.

11/08/2003

Posted on 11/28/2005
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