Breaking the Fast

Feb 10, 2008 - 11:23 AM PST

As I stood
There
After days and nights in forest's isolation
Gazing out across the richness of the earth
It felt good to be alive
My gaze lighted here and there
Hungrily
Taking in the sights around
From this height upon grand mountain
I feasted upon the world without
As time wore by
I
Heedless of it
Indulged myself in the delicious fare:
Precipices catching sun
Looked like large golden biscuits
The brush
Scattered on the floor
Gave the deception of green gumdrops
Low clouds
Crowning the festive scene
Topped it all off like only
Sweet cream could
The encircling mountains
Were like lords
Adorned for a feast
I saw the great boundary
Of this kingly table:
The sea
Spread out like a fleecy carpet
It felt good to be alive