Stewart Moss

Morning Hunger
February 20, 2020 Moss Stewart

Morning Hunger
Why not in the icy clarity of morning,
each edge carved by the sun,
vibrating and pale as it comes into form –
a mud wall framing my view,
a rug woven crimson and black
in delicate balance
and the serrated, purple hills of the Rif,
hungry for words, for the vowels of prayer –
why not forget everything?
Easy in this voracious place
where dreams die fast, un-nested
by the search for food
before the dew dries,
dries so quickly in Morocco,
a sight glimpsed rarely by travelers
and this first time by me
as a sheen fading
from a hanging rug.
Sitting against the wall,
our hunger building,
we see the sheep collapse, as if
weighted down by a fullness
beyond itself, its tongue pushed out,
its eyes rolled back and white,
and my friend asks, Is the sheep dead?
I ask Mohammed in French, who in Arabic
asks his uncle the same,
and he a lithe brown shadow
with white turban ends flapping
beneath the turquoise sky,
raises himself and kicks the sheep,
which bleats its last, like a doll
pushed over on its side,
returning its message – Arabic
to French to English,
words melted and recast
in the metallurgy of the throat –
The sheep is dead.
For breakfast there is clotted goat milk,
sweet mint tea and discs of bread
fragrant with cardamom.
Syllables of praise rush past my ears,
are aspirated, fleeting and become
the cantorial droning of flies
spiraling in ecstasy above the sheep’s eyes.

As the former Executive Director of The Writer’s Center in Bethesda, Maryland, one of the largest literary centers in the USA, Stewart Moss helped establish creative writing programs for adult immigrants, and members of the military being treated for neurological and psychological trauma. Moss has essays included in “Retire the Colors: Veterans & Civilians on Iraq & Afghanistan” (Hudson Whitman/Excelsior College Press, 2016) and Plume Literary Journal, and poetry in the spring ’16 edition of Origins Literary Review. He has also been featured in “The Poet and the Poem” podcasts at The Library of Congress. He was educated at Union College (NY) and Harvard University. A native of Boston, MA he resides in Annapolis, MD. His chapbook For Those Whose Lives Have Seen Themselves: Poems is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press.