Hunger by John Jack Jackie (Edward) Cooper

I know now that watching you eat
was what I once loved

about my mother: the necessity
of it, the intensity of it,

the unacknowledged pleasure—
everything that made reality

human. So much in life, my tender
experience, places things

in doubt, and here was proof,
above all sciences, that to be, to exist,

was hunger, and could be satisfied.
Beauty was to perceive, to see that

whatever else truth might be, this was fact.

5 thoughts on “Hunger by John Jack Jackie (Edward) Cooper

  1. A very profound poem. I’ve never seen such an original poem on how watching one’s mother satisfy hunger can constitute an assurance that life can be satisfied! A brilliant poem👍Daniela♥️🙏

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