Hunger

There’s a hunger still unsatisfied
throughout the course of my life,
although I am somewhat petrified
it won’t be here until the afterlife,
which I don’t believe in anyway.

It is walking the causeway
between everyday life
and the quintessence of nature,
a continuing strife
to master the nomenclature.

Maybe the soft force of love
will teach me, sort of.

©PLH