hunger pangs

sometimes

we get a taste

of tomorrow

a tease on the tongue

but we are afraid

to bite into it

to swallow

to savor something

before it’s served

other times

the flavor of yesterday

remains

long past its ripeness

when we should know

to spit it out

and move on

but most times

we drink in the tasteless

moments of today

washing down

our hope for the future

while the dreams we harbor

still linger on our lips

Barry DeCarli

January  22, 2016

On Hammond Pond

©Barry DeCarli

mourning

maybe when someone dies

a new black hole opens

somewhere

in the universe

a place where the soul

can find respite in its great journey forward

beyond our understanding

out of sight of our grief

leaving behind the sounds of our sorrow

but what of our private tears

the sorrow  we do not share

at an afternoon vigil

or at a grave site

as we mourn strangers

as those we knew

what of the sobs no one hears

who can fathom their meaning

does a black hole open

to accept those too

Barry DeCarli

January 27, 2012

On Hammond Pond

Copyright 2012 Barry DeCarli