InspirationMinding the food space

In the minute it took
to fetch the blue bowl
from the kitchen
to pick the just-ripe
cherries, the blackbirds
had come.

They picked the branches clean, ascending
into their own blue bowl.

Lacking wings, I
look for meaning.

We were all hungry.
We were all fed.

by Andrea Cohen. Published in Orion Magazine, July/August 2012.