feet
starving for the feast which the creek has prepared

walking upon
rocks,solid, each with a name and unique feeling and color
nourish me from their ancient place

I forgot that I was starved until you reminded me
with your truth as I stepped in

the pain was good and awakened my deep sleep
cold moving waters
delicious stable stones
where my toes became one with you-
the reminder that feet get hungry for
salt, earth, feeling attention, remembering the path of my ancestors

Starving for the creekfest