Many Foods, One Bowl, Two Souls

A tiny bit of oatmeal
clung to the roof of her mouth.
She didn't realize it.
No one did. It seemed insignificant.

With involuntary biological magic,
it's essence was eventually washed
with traces of milk and honey
throughout her system.

All day long,
digestion's wheel churns,
and a hardy breakfast flows
into last night's more casual choices.

There are so many, many foods and drinks.
Colors, smells, and tastes
are as plentiful
as are her distinguishable delights for them.

Yet in her belly,
there is but one bowl
in which all is processed for another purpose.

Her blood is the one drink,
from which her body continually sips.

She knows not,
but she has a visitor
at her inner communion table.
He will soon show himself,
grow, and leave.

When the mix is complete,
and all cooking done,
both eater and eaten
are washed clean,
individually dried,
and let loose
to explore the power and consequence
of their own wriggling.

©  Brenneman T.  July 2, 2003

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Veggie Vampire

Fine bisque, the flavored effluent
of a tomato's broken heart.
Sip savory sauce and succor,
of veggie-drama be a part.

©  Brenneman T.  July 6, 2003

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Green Leaf Red

The mind, she ages like a tree
with rings of wisdom I can't see.
Some thick, that grew when times were good,
some hard to measure if I could.

All are bound in one, my head,
but only one turns green leaf red.
It hugs the structure of the past.
Against yesterday, today is cast.

©  Brenneman T.  July 16, 2003 

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The Alter of Humanity

For the first time in our planet's history,
development in the self-awareness of an animal species
has granted it overt influence upon the evolution of all life.

Mankind has never been as powerful toward,
responsible for, or understood so well the earth and his environment.
Its well-being has never been so threatened.

Few have the humility or foresight to restrain themselves.
Seldom do we enter the chapel of our birth quietly.
We have disturbed the peace of ages.

Let us be grateful and respect the alter of our humanity
before we inadvertently pave it.

©  Brenneman T.   July 29, 2003

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