“To Feed on the Sun (Hobo’s Creed)” by Annie McWilliams

whatever was left behind
enough air, a kingdom

some notes for a song
about history's wounds

patron saint of pilgrims
buries want by the road

being is hunger, a
poverty of desire

emptiness and appetite
talks about walking

nobody imagines
outside, out beyond

impressions in fields
as light moves day

howls warning
wherever it is

life's lived inside out
death face first

no windows or roof
earth beaten

face to sun
back to wind

smoke wanders, finds
space for something

to listen and breathe
alone on two feet

offers no map
to a soul who passes by