hunger hunts

                   one of my Hansel and Gretel poems

hunger hunts

hunger hunts ahead,
yet recalls smells, tells
tales of taste
and textured scenes

round tables
in rafter-roofed rooms,
fire warm and filled

with memory,
now real then fancy,
free of empty-belly wanting,

draws each step deeper
into promise closer
with the romance

that any little bit
served sweet enough
is home.