Hungry Water
Strolling past
like Christ on a Crutch
Everything he owns
cloaking his battered-ness
or in a shopping cart
Contact or greeting
a baited hook in
hungry water
Reverse fishing
make the cast
become the catch
No current strong enough
to allay, “can you spare…”
I can and do
with smile and eyes
and see:
black white brown
native asian
he she they
all of us
in the stark reality
of the world
that none of us
are free.
Artist and About the Piece:
Richard Wells: “I consider myself a poet/journalist reporting from the streets and the universe between my ears. I live part time in Seattle, WA, the other part in Guanajuato, Mexico. Recently I wrote and produced a 50 minute work with 5 readers, 2 of them musicians, that explored intersections of the environmental catastrophe and immigration. The name of the work was: Sideways Through Zion: Field Notes. This is a short piece from that performance.”
