I love the way she cries
Only does it when she needs to
She beats the sunrise to her totem overlooking the meadow
I try and catch her through binoculars, but what could be better than my naked eye
Then it occurs to me in this moment why I love her so much
She is what my soul wants to be right now
Thought clouds, one by one, passing by
But she is pure concentration
The weight of nothing but hunger on her shoulders
Not food, but sustenance
I might live my whole life trying to grasp the distinction
Sobriety Poet 