I am hungry for sunrise
on a river
as I try to find my shoes
and stumble out of the tent
without waking anyone.
As I start the fire without talking
and try to ignore
the mess on the tables
from last night’s games.
I am hungry
for the water to boil
for the coffee press
so I can sit by the fire
and read between
my gazes at the water
and the flames
and the birds I cannot name
without my glasses.
