Hunger hadn’t caught my thoughts yet.
It was stuck between the noon and afternoon meal;
but, in an instant, hunger filled the train,
brought in on those noisy heels.
Following the sound, dressed in a gob of cotton robes,
never suspecting what would be revealed:-
not the gentle slope that leads to softer mounds,
but the rolls that gather like rungs on a ladder,
I was carried up and over into exaltation.
For, there, in furrows of temptation, I found a treat:
creamy, oblong wontons at rest, between chin and chest;
Rounded little dumplings, stretched and folded in nature’s way:-
food patiently waiting for the starving, who’s long forgotten where nourishment lay.
And seeking deliverance, not the trail that leads amiss to earlobes and lips,
but a trail of discovery, where lost souls find, after prodding with fingers tips and tongue,
the glory filling each sated cavity.
Hallelujah, for juicy wontons!