Poetry Soothes The Beast

Woods Slake

My eyes hunger

for

the sky and

trees;

my ears, ravenous

for

the hawks and

crickets.

My skin longs

for the kiss

of rain

and wind.

The scent of pine needles

and

moss

pulls at my soul.

I take it in,

open wide,

sucking it down

like

one on the edge

of

starvation,

like an addict denied a fix,

then

savor it,

Replete.

 --Kara Stewart, 2013