Breakfast Included

Light enters
by way of my timid desires.
Gradually intensified by its need
of horizons, it creates the world.

I kneel. The earth lifts itself
like a wafer to my mouth. I rise then
like some rooted thing into its own
appetite. The world has chosen teeth.

I gnaw the songs of birds, chew
the light from flowers and leaves.
I scratch through dirt to gulp
the secret meat of worms.

Hungry still, I devour my own
mouth–the tender lips
give way to a long smile
that eats the tongue behind it.

Only teeth remain. Let them
grind themselves to dust
and disperse as luminous seed
into a universe yearning

for a new source of wonder:
Light defines some far horizon.
Hunger rises.