Imprints

Ground crunching beneath footsteps.
Opened circles, flat stones close to earth
adjacent to piles, still crunching
closer to uncertainty.
Curiosity furling the perspective
enlarged by stride.
Holding onto rough, unruly
brittle surfaces
fingers dig in, toes hoist me to my knees.
Imprints of rocks on my skin
bones on the mind.
Recalling, or trying to,
What it was to live starving
to starve and live
starving to live
a starved life.

Shadows cast, sun descends
colors dye and fuel a barren landscape.
It is our time too,
surely�
Living starved
we cover and bury
hoping to hide
running from our only guarantee