Not Less

This entry is part 22 of 27 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Autumn 2014


No one is late: only present
to the need particular
to her own circumstances.

And each in his own time
forages for what is
already here—

hidden in plain view,
without restrictions,
though strewn among

the rocky surfaces.
No one is more worthy,
no one less beautiful.

All hunger
for this world goes
by the same name.


In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

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