It Must Be Time For Lunch Now, 1979, by Francesca Woodman
"Truth isn't always beauty, but the hunger for it is." ~Nadine Gordimer
When I was a child
I spooned life in
like banana pudding
never caring how much
spilled on my hands and face.
I took in all the answers
like a hungry lover
longing for her love's
next embrace.
My quest for truth and meaning
was enduring
yet clumsy
with an awkward flair
I chewed up all my questions
with my mouth wide open
and crumbs wild in my hair.
Yet somewhere between
life's wonderful lunches
and disappointment's feast
I lost my unkept hunger
and grew fat on complacency
learning to be discreet.
